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

see anyone. Just the biker, bleeding out behind a dumpster, asking me about a dog.

“Where is she?” I asked.

He tilted his head toward the back of the lot, where the asphalt ended and the woods started. Then he whispered something I’ll never forget for the rest of my life.

“They took her. Three of them. They said if I followed, they’d….”

His voice gave continue reading …