I Asked a Bleeding Biker on the Curb if He Needed Help and He Said Save My Dog

to stand in for him at the door.

I told him I would.

Bear and twelve brothers escorted me on the four-hour drive. I drove my car with Daisy in the back seat, her cone removed, her splint clean. They rode their bikes around me. Two in front, two on each side, the rest behind. We pulled off the interstate and onto the country road that led to the Ruiz continue reading …