Tuck pulled off I-25 in the small town of Las Vegas, New Mexico. It was a little early, not even five, but he’d pushed to eight hours on the bike today. He needed to move around, work out some of the stiffness in his muscles. A long day on the bike, especially day after day, made a body hurt. Hopefully a little exercise, and a good night’s sleep, would go a long way to make the whole trip easier.
He’d stopped as little as possible in the main part of Albuquerque because he didn’t want to be spotted by any of men from a rival club there. The Souls weren’t exactly enemies with the Los Diablos Locos, more commonly referred to as the Diablos, but they weren’t allies by any stretch. The last thing he needed was for them to know he was out of Tucson and alone.
exactly Now though, he was hours
