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“Yeah, sure. Maybe he’ll join one of our clubs. If we don’t like him, he can join the Jokers,” Jigsaw said.
“Fuck you, Skull,” Razor said. Jigsaw and Razor started laughing and Razor said, “We only take the cream.”
“Once it’s curdled,” Jigsaw told him.
Razor rushed Jigsaw and took him down to the ground. They started rolling on the grass trying to get one up on the other. They were laughing and rolling in the dirt when Kimber, Jigsaw’s old lady, called out, “Food’s ready.” They both got off the ground and started walking to the cabin door she was standing at.
“You’re lucky your old lady saved you this time,” Razor said.
“Pfft… she could have done the job for me,” Jigsaw said. Razor slapped him on the back and when the dust flew out of his jacket, he fanned it away, coughing.
“That guy who wanted to ride with us…” Kimber said.
“Brian? Yeah?” Razor said.
“He’d be on his bike heading in the opposite direction if he’d seen that schoolboy performance,” she told them.
They were all chuckling right up until Kimber told them there wasn’t any food ready. “I just didn’t want us all to get thrown out of the park before the morning,” she said.
* * *
Where the fuck is Cruz?I hope like hell he hasn’t headed back…or on further. The only fucker I need to see is the one who isn’t here.Just as he was thinking that he heard another Harley coming down the road. Brian had just thrown his leg over his seat and was ready to ride his bike into the park when he looked up to see Cruz and his old lady on the orange bike Brian had seen traveling with them earlier in the day.
Thank Christ for that.As Cruz drove by, he nodded at Brian and Brian did the same, before following him into the campground.
When Cruz got off his bike, he gave Brian a quizzical look, so once Brian was off his, he walked up to Cruz and said, “Hey, man, that’s one helluva a bike you’ve got there. I bet that’s a comfy ride.”
“Sure is,” Cruz said.
Brian held out his hand and said, “Brian.”
Cruz shook it. “Cruz.”
“I was talking to Finn a few minutes ago. Told him I was riding to the West Coast, and he said I could join you guys.” Brian shook Eden’s hand then and said, “Ma’am.”
She smiled and said, “Eden.”
“Eden,” he repeated. “I hope you guys don’t mind me tagging along. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do…ride cross country with a group of people.”
“Yeah, sure,” Cruz said. Brian was looking at the bike. “It’s not mine,” Cruz told him. “I just borrowed it for the day.”
“Wow, who lends someone a bike like that?” Brian asked.
“Me.” Mack had come up to them and asked Cruz, “How was it?”
“Too good. You’re not getting it back.” Mack laughed and wandered off without getting his key.
He’d get it later for sure. He didn’t want to encroach on the conversation.
The nomads hadn’t brought tents, so Brian was in the same boat. It was under the stars for him tonight, just like the two young guys had already planned for themselves. There were no spare cabins, and even though the Skulls and Jokers had been accommodating, with their food and drinks…and weed…no one offered Brian a place in their tent.
Cruz had set up his tiny tent, and when Eden looked inside wondering how she would ever get any sleep, she was surprised to see a double airbed and double sleeping bag. She gave Cruz a look while he was stretched out on it, with his legs hanging over the end. “What?” he said.
“It’s bit like that helmet you happened to have,” she said. He screwed up his face in confusion. “You have a double bed just in case?”
“No way. This is just for me. You’re lying in the dirt,” he said with a smile.
She wondered how many other women had been in that same sleeping bag. She didn’t want to think about it.
