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Jesse glanced out in the yard and saw a hand wave as Sam McKenny backed his 1978 copper-colored Gremlin—with airbrushed flames over the hood—down the driveway. God, no wonder the guys are pissed. No self-respecting biker would be caught dead in Sam’s “Flame Gremlin.”
    “Jesse, thank Christ you’re ok. Have you seen that woman?”
    “Where’s your bike?”
    Jesse held his hands up to stem the onslaught as they both tried to speak at the same time. Beau’s disheveled appearance—shirt buttoned wrong so it hung down on one side and his usually slicked back hair sticking up like a haystack—and Rob’s glassy-eyed stare from a severely sunburned face implied some sort of story. “What the fuck is wrong with you guys?”
    “That woman, Lula—” Beau hopped up on the porch next to his brother. “She stole my Panhead.”
    “What?” Jesse fleetingly wondered if Beau had been smoking again.
    “She stole my bike. Stole Rob’s too.”
    Jesse cocked his head and stared his brother in the eyes. “That’s a pretty neat trick, riding two stolen bikes at one time.”
    Beau’s mouth opened and closed at the unexpected attack. “Shit, Jess. Don’t you believe me?”
    “That’s my bike!” Rob pointed at the black Sportster parked in the yard. “That’s my bike!” He started back down the driveway, lurching slowly like someone from that crazy show Walking Dead .
    Jesse looked from Beau to Rob. Did they spend the whole day getting high ? “What the fuck’s wrong with him?”
    “He’s got a bad sunburn all over. And she got to him too. Only the effect ain’t wore off him good yet.”
    “Effect? What effect? What the hell are you talking about?”
    “That woman. Lula. She…she…” Beau wiped his mouth, glanced up at his big brother and plunged ahead. “She blew me, Jesse.”
    “She gave you a blow job?”
    “Yeah.” Beau’s eyes widened and a grin spread across his face. “Fuckin’ amazin’, let me tell ya.”
    “And you’re complaining?”
    “Well, no. Well, yeah. You see, when I came, it was so fuckin’ intense that I passed out and didn’t wake up until almost noon. And I was groggy for the longest fuckin’ time. Then I called Rob, but he didn’t answer. So I went out to go over to his place, but the bitch had stolen my Panhead. She stole her, Jess.” The agony on Beau’s face sobered Jesse. He knew how his brother felt about his Panhead.
    “She rode up here on Rob’s Sportster.” He motioned to the bike in the yard. Rob had laid down across the tank and wrapped his arms around the handlebars. Jesse couldn’t bear to look at such a display. “You don’t think he’s going to cry, do you?”
    “I don’t know, man. You get pretty emotional for a while after you wake up. Like coming down off a high or something.” Then Jesse’s words registered. “Motherfucker! You said she’s here? That bitch is here?”
    Jesse caught Beau by the scruff of his collar as he charged towards the house. “Hold up, hoss. Wait a minute.” Stepping to the door he shouted, “Lula” before he realized she was standing just behind the storm door. He pulled her onto the porch.
    She blinked, smiling seductively at Beau. “Hi, Beau.”
    He lunged at her and Jesse was hard pressed to shield the woman.
    “Where’s my motorcycle, bitch?”
    Lula rolled her eyes, and Jesse gave her a little shake. “Where is it, Lula?”
    “I parked your bike about two blocks from Rob’s house. I didn’t want to announce my arrival.” She turned cool eyes on the young man. “You really need to correct that oil problem. It’s going to give you grief one of these days.”
    “You motherfuckin’—“
    “Beau. Christ. She told you where your bike is. Go take Rob home, give him a shot of Jack Daniels and put him to bed. Then you go home and do the same. Come back in the morning and we’ll take that ride into Death Valley.”
    Beau glared at him. “What you gonna do with her?”
    Jesse looked at Lula, who