Bikers Burned My House Down the Night Before the Bank Could Take It

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“You stupid old man,” I said.

He laughed. “Sit down. You look like hell.”

I sat. The chair was metal and cold.

“Why?” I said. “Why did you stay?”

He shrugged like I’d asked him why he ordered the pancakes.

“Somebody had to. If they showed up and the place was empty, they’d be looking for forty guys. They show up and find one, they stop looking.”

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