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

grown. My wife had been gone six years. There wasn’t anyone to call.

Except for the club.

I hadn’t ridden in three years. My back doesn’t allow it anymore. But a club doesn’t work like that. You don’t stop being a brother because you stopped riding.

Somebody must’ve talked. Or maybe Ray just has a way of knowing things. Either way, the Thursday before continue reading …