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Indigo rode her K1600GT north on the dark road to Bradshaw City after she and Savage had spent the evening at Orphan’s apartment. Savage was riding at her five o’clock on her Honda Shadow 750.
The worst of her cold symptoms were gone thanks to the home-remedy concoction Savage had given her, some pungent combination of kale, spinach, ginger, garlic, and horseradish. Maybe the cold germs found the remedy as distasteful as she did and skedaddled.
The full moon glowed orange over the eastern horizon, burnishing the distant hilltops. This was the bliss she had longed for in the lonely days before her transition. Being acknowledged and accepted for who she was by friends who didn’t feel the need to put her in a box.
Savage’s romantic interest in her had taken her by surprise. Indigo had
