Free Nomads' Fall: Burning Bastards MC by Ryder Dane Page B

another beer to go.
    Big D and Show were sitting on a weathered picnic table talking with Fuller and Needles. Fuller wasn’t as big as the rest of the men at the table but he was well liked. Knight stared at him to make sure he wasn’t thinking wrong about the kid. There was no doubt in his mind now.
    After the greetings were taken care of, and he gave his report on Demon and his evil nurse, he brought up the good Samaritan’s name.
    “Do any of you know Barbara Collier? She’s the woman that stopped to help Demon, and got ran over for her trouble. Her car’s sitting at Joey’s junkyard. It’s pretty much totaled. Not that is was much to begin with, but I was thinking maybe someone should donate a vehicle for her if she lives. She’s still in ICU, and they refused to tell me anything.”
    Big D was looking at him strangely, the man knew him too well. He knew something was about to go down, and Knight nodded his head at the unspoken question. “Hey, Fuller, do you have family around these parts?”
    Fuller shook his head, “Nope, no one. My people are from Oregon.”
    Knight asked again if anyone knew a woman named Barbara. Fuller looked puzzled but walked away from the conversation.
    “I hate it when shit like this happens, the boy better step up and be a man. Wait until Demon finds out he’s been fuckin’ that girl over, he’ll know what an ass whippin’ really is. He’s lyin’ about not knowing the kid is his. He’s just being a pansy motherfucker.”
    Georgie came stomping outside carrying four beers with him. Yeah , Knight thought, this day just gets better and better .
    *****
    Future drove up at the hospital entrance just as they rolled Gladys out through the front doors of the hospital. The low growl of the 440 under the hood echoed against the windows of the building. Gladys was in a hurry to leave and she wasted no time getting her ass in the passenger seat and pulling the lap belt over to click it in place for the benefit of the nurse who was watching. Jolly slid into the backseat when Future moved the backrest for access, so she could get in.
    “How did you talk Big D into letting you bring the Charger? I thought this car was sacred and would only start and drive down the road for the big strong man of the house. Didn’t you tell me he said this baby was too many horses for a woman to handle all at once or some horseshit like that?” Gladys was still in a foul mood, but since she was taking a few potshots at Big D’s ego, she felt justified.
    Future laughed, “Yeah, well, he wasn’t around for me to ask, so he’s just going to have to deal right? We can eat at your house, if that works for you girls.”
    She looked into the rearview mirror and saw Jolly looking at her. “I’m Future.”
    Jolly nodded and sat back in the seat. She felt like Alice just landing at the bottom of the rabbit’s hole. If she didn’t know better, she would be looking for the Mad Hatter to show up at any time.
    The drive to the campground was exciting. Future’s foot found the gas pedal and didn’t seem to let up at all until they pulled into the gravel driveway. It was the first time Jolly had ridden in a real muscle car and she liked it, maybe a little too much. She loved driving, and she would have given a pint of blood to be allowed to drive the beautifully restored ’69 Charger.
    Gladys was limping by the time they sat down to eat the huge greasy burgers and Jolly got her first taste of a real malted milkshake. “Oh lord that’s good, I don’t know what they put in these shakes, but it’s so tasty that these might have just become my favorite food.”
    Gladys laughed and explained the difference was in the ingredients, “They use real malt in the smaller mom and pop places like Georgia’s. No skimping on the quality of the food either.”
    “So, I want to hear all about last night. Tell me, was it fun to tie up Dorsey? I would have been laughing with every moan of pain he made. I would have