Roll Me Away: A Smokey's Roadhouse Novel Read Online Free PDF

give you the time of day. Like Smokey said, get your shit together. I recommend you get some kind of patch on those cuts that identify you as a legitimate club. Know you ain’t got much time, but that’s the quickest way back in.”
    I rode back to Rawlins slower than I’d come out. How was I gonna spin this to my crew?

Six
    Zach
    I wasn’t sure why I’d been summoned to that meeting, but I wished I hadn’t been. From the sound of it, if those guys did patch back in, I wouldn’t be too popular with them.
    It was just like everything else. You had to get along with the people in your circle, or you didn’t have one. From what I’d seen, that was doubly true in a motorcycle club, where there could be situations when your life literally depended on your brothers’ good will.
    I already knew I’d be riding shotgun to Sturgis in the chase wagon with Doc driving. My job was to monitor his oxygen tanks while he kept track of the pack ahead. I planned to take the best care of that old man that anyone could. But while I did that one thing, I’d have to think about how to stay on Jake’s good side if his crew patched in. And how to stay alive if they had to come in as prospects with me ahead in seniority. That would be the worst outcome possible.

    T he next morning , true to Smokey’s word, Rooster had the whole club stop at Carl’s place and wait for Jake and his brothers. One minute before the deadline, they rode in with blank faces. Every one of them sported a hand-drawn patch on the back of their cuts. If it hadn’t been the best thing I could have hoped for, it would have been laughable. Everyone pretended it was normal, but I wondered how they’d be received in Sturgis.
    I’d always thought the Dust Devil moniker was tongue in cheek – a nod to our dry weather and the mini-tornadoes that sprung up and whirled dust and debris around for a few minutes. They kept to themselves – didn’t terrorize the nearby towns or roll into Rawlins looking for trouble. In other words, I’d never taken the Devil part seriously.
    Apparently these dudes did. Their patches sported a painted red devil, horns and all, without the swirling representation of the dust storm that the parent club had on theirs. And the name, painted in a circle around it, was Just Devils. What a joke.
    As soon as they rode up, Rooster revved his engine, the signal to head out. The club peeled away from Carl’s parking lot two by two, the Just Devils bringing up the rear of the columns, with our vehicle right behind. Other than lunch and pit stops, we’d ride non-stop to Sturgis, about five hours. We expected to be there just as the fun began on the first afternoon of the rally.
    Two of the guys I’d met on my first night at the clubhouse had gone ahead to stake a claim on the motel where they always stayed. We’d have most of the rooms, and the clerks would be well prepared to leave us alone.
    I’d been told that Sturgis was a prime event to pick up women to bring back to the club, and I’d finally learned the full name of the Bunnies the guys kept talking about. Dust Bunnies. Because if you were bad-ass enough, you’d find them in, around, and under your bed. I was looking forward to not having to wait for my turn for a change.
    I’d gone through enough hazing in the last couple of days to let the brothers know I could take it. Sarge told me I’d have some tasks to do for the club at Sturgis, and they’d help me along in my quest to patch in as a full member.
    So far, they hadn’t told me much except to keep my eyes open for likely women, and they’d told me they preferred them young-looking but legal, with big tits and nice asses. Well, that sounded good to me. If I could get one or two to follow us back to Wyoming, that would be all to the good. Whatever else they wanted me to do, I’d learn in good time. I was up for it.
    Doc wasn’t much of a conversationalist. I didn’t mind, because I didn’t want to say anything that revealed