27KillianRiding back up the road towards Millhaven with over a hundred bikers behind me was thrilling. We had the twenty from the Oregon branch, plus nearly fifty combined from the Nevada branches in Reno and Las Vegas. Add to that the fifty-seven riders from the California branches who had agreed to join with us and we were doing pretty good.
Of course, no one knew exactly how many men Emilio had in his club, but I doubted it was that many. We would outnumber them by at least two to one.
I smiled a little and then turned my bike off into a truck stop, listening to everyone else roar down off the highway with me.
“All right, everyone,” I said when we were all parked. “This is our final pit stop before we split up. Let's get some food in us, and if anyone has any last questions about the
