I BEGGED these hardened OUTLAWS for a safe place to HIDE, but my DESPERATE plea was completely IGNORED.
Part 1 The bell above the Thunderforks garage door was completely busted. I shoved my shoulder against the heavy steel frame and pushed through anyway, my thirteen-year-old knuckles stained black from tearing down a junked carburetor. The air inside hit me like a physical punch, thick and suffocating with the smell of stale beer, raw…
