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A wave of low murmurs washed through the room. Clutch shot me a look that let me know he had no idea this was coming. Cutter wasn’t bullshitting. He’d kept this information close to his kutte. I shrugged back at Clutch, unable to do anything else. I didn’t understand what the hell was going on any more than he did. Hell, I was probably even more confused. Why would Cutter intentionally keep his Sergeant at Arms in the dark about his condition, and then try to give me, someone he’s barely spoken to in years, the President’s patch?
“That’s not all,” Cutter continued. “Due to some serious health issues, I may not be with you brothers for much longer. As it turns out, I don’t have a whole lot of road ahead of me.”
“Bullshit, Cutter! Can’t nothin’ kill you!” a Road Captain named Wolf s
