We used our wits and got our MC back without firing a shot. I got my son back and my pride. To an old man like me, that’s what’s important. We got our MC back.
What we don’t know yet, is all the shit Bandit had going. We shut down a big bit of his illegal shit but we may be on an unending quest here. Then after a two year hiatus, I finally get to go home again. I have missed my ranch.
But when I get home again, there’s more than just a new front door. There’s also a hellcat with a shotgun waiting for me. And she claims Bear owns the ranch not me…
And if I don’t listen, she’s got a shotgun shell filled with lead pellets with my name on it.
The thing is I think she really means it and it looks like the roller coaster is about to freefall again.
Lord help us all.
It’s taken me some time to find a particular wart on my ass but I finally ran him down to Killeen, Texas where my grandson Bear lives. I know I’m an older broad but I’ve never taken anyone shit before and I’m not about to start now.
When someone breaks into my grandson’s ranch, I do the only thing I can. I hold him off with Cloe, my favorite shotgun. He raises all kinds of hell and tells me the ranch belongs to him, not Bear.
Turns out, he’s right. Bear never did tell me the ranch was his, I just assumed and everyone knows what happens when you assume… On top of all that, he’s a biker and mighty fine looking to boot.
Oh, this is going to be fun. I just have to remember the reason I’m here, to right a wrong and pepper and ass with buckshot.