Devil's Fall: Dust Bowl Devils Mc
“The bartender had given her a sympathetic look and complimentary beer, but otherwise she’d had no hint as to what was going on back there. She’d heard no shouting, no gavels banging, no fights. Just silence as the bar slowly filled and as time ticked by.
She waited for Gunner as the other men passed, but saw no sign of him. Or Nomad, or Bill. Were they having a private meeting, just the three of them?
One of the bikers did approach her as she watched the clock and sipped her beer. He wa...s younger than most of the other men, probably near Gunner’s age, with a scraggly black goatee and dark, glassy eyes. “Your man won his case,” he said without preamble, “They’re talking terms.”
“Oh. Um, thank you…” she waited for him to give his name. He looked her up and down instead.
“So. Is this a sham? I voted you in, so you know. Voted against the president. My own damn father. Guess I feel sorry for our friend.MoreLess
She waited for Gunner as the other men passed, but saw no sign of him. Or Nomad, or Bill. Were they having a private meeting, just the three of them?
One of the bikers did approach her as she watched the clock and sipped her beer. He wa...s younger than most of the other men, probably near Gunner’s age, with a scraggly black goatee and dark, glassy eyes. “Your man won his case,” he said without preamble, “They’re talking terms.”
“Oh. Um, thank you…” she waited for him to give his name. He looked her up and down instead.
“So. Is this a sham? I voted you in, so you know. Voted against the president. My own damn father. Guess I feel sorry for our friend.MoreLess
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