3 Weeks Later….


I woke up at 4 AM i took care of my usual morning routine and got dressed.


I walked into the “Living room” as it came to be called. Walking over to the fridge behind the bar to get the creamer for my coffee. I opened it up and looked in the right. “No creamer, damn.” I mumbled to myself. 

I proceeded to try and drink the coffee black but failing in the process, I coughed it up all over the counter. I put the cup in the sink. Then stepped out side.

The sun glared in my eyes causing me to squint. I saw Natalie, her and I haven’t really talked much since we had sex a couple weeks back. I went back inside to pack my stuff up, a camp-out in the woods up in northern California. 

I packed a sleeping bag, 1 man tent and my hygiene items and bungy-corded then on my bike with Red & Black cords.  “Prospect! Get your ass over here!” shouted Knuckle. I ran toward him. I saw with another guy about my age with only a bottom rocker. “This is Prospect Shady, he came from Northern Cali, he’s prospecting for us now, he started a week before you so you shouldn’t have to show him the ropes.” 

I stuck my hand out and shook his firmly “Duece.” I said. He shook back just as firmly. He rode a Dyna Fat Bob painted Red & Black.

“It’ll be fun not riding in the back by myself for once.” I told him. “I know how you feel, I was the odd man out to.” he replied. 

He was about 6′ Skinny, not any tattoos visible with brown hair and grey eyes. 

At about 7 AM we started our bikes waiting for Eagle to go. He pulled up to the front of the gate with the rest of us forming behind him and Junior, of course Shady and I in the back. Convict was towing the trailer with Natalie. 

We rode 100 miles before our first rest-stop. I walked in because I needed to take a piss.