AinsleyI stand among the Gravediggers in complete awe of the scene before me. Barker’s voice booms over the heads of his men, who all look up at him. “Who can put up with this s**t anymore? Not me. I know it’s not me.”
The men around nod in quick agreement. Someone shouts, “Not me!” until it becomes a battle cry, uniting them.
“It’s time to take back the Gravediggers—make it the club that it was always supposed to be. It’s time to stop running, put down our roots, and claim what is rightfully ours!” More screams and hollers when he pauses for dramatic effect.
“What I’m about to propose isn’t going to make me any friends. In fact, if you want to hightail it the hell out of this bar and never look back, I don’t blame you. What I’ve got to do is for real men anyway—men who care about thei
