CHAPTER 25
THE BRAND
The bonfire was visible long before she reached the Seedling camp. A stack of wood roughly five feet tall and about ten feet in diameter had been erected and lit. Roaring flames shot high into the sky. Her fellow white bars sat on logs surrounding the fire.
Shea arrived just as they were passing out skewers for roasting marshmallows. Shea had vague recollections of spending time as a kid around a campfire with the Confederate Thunder families. Only now, the scent of w**d didn’t hang in the air. No music blaring from a boom box, competing with the rumble of a Harley being revved. No drunk bikers stumbling around making lewd comments toward her or getting beaten half to death by her father for making those comments.
No, this bonfire was tame and boring. Group songs,
