My Yellowstone Odyessy

Chapter 18

17 Yellowstone Standoff

Both of them were slowly approaching me, I moved around the other side of my bike ready to grab for my knife, "Say" The taller and scruffier one said, "I know you biker chicks are always looking to party, I've got a little "weed" here, interested?" "No. Look, can't a girl just be left in peace, my boyfriend isn't that far away, please, just leave me alone," The shorter guy started to flank me coming around on my right, "Oh it's please now, is it? How 'bout you suck our d***s then everybody goes home happy." Crunch time was fast approaching; I was in the final stages of reaching for my knife when I heard a rumbling noise that could only be Harley. The two guys turned to see what I was watching, just as a FLHTC "Glide" and a FXDL "Low Rider" pulled in, the "scruffies" started moving back to their jeep as the two female riders approached.

"Anything wrong?" the older of the two asked. "These two wanted me to go down on them in exchange for some weed, they don't seem to want to take "No" for an answer," I blurted out. By now the guys were back in the jeep and trying to leave, "I got your license number Asshole!" the younger woman said as the men took off down the highway. "Thanks" I said, "I was getting ready to go for my knife when you two happened along. "No problem, indecently, my name's Tracy and my friend here is Carla, hmmm, "Sporty's eh, who's the other one belong to?" "My boyfriend, who's over on that creek fishing." They looked in the direction I was pointing and then looked at me. "Well I can usually spot trouble, I saw those dickheads crowding you, and figured there was a problem," said the older lady. "Well thanks a lot, I really appreciated it," "think nothing of it, well we'd love to chat, but we've got to get to Jackson before dark, take care, uh," "Krin, Krin Hoekeson is my name." "Well ride safe Krin," and with that, they climbed back on their bikes and continued south.

About 15 minutes later, Terry returned holding three small trout, "They're not real big but they'll make a meal, hope you weren't bored?" "Bored? No, never bored." Terry gave me a funny look as we rummaged in the trash for something to put the fish in until he could get them cleaned. Settling on a couple empty "baggies" we packed everything up and headed for Fishing Bridge, where Terry bought another Styrofoam bucket filling it with ice and packing the cleaned fish on top of that. He bought one of those self-lighting bags of charcoal and other things to go with the fish and we headed for a picnic area near the Lake Hotel.

While we waited for the charcoal to burn down, I got out my little stove from my saddlebag and prepared to cook up the wild rice Terry bought. "Sure wish we could get some wine to go with this fish," said Terry, "Well just go ask any one of those people over there if they'll buy some wine for a couple of 18 year olds, I'm sure they'll be happy to oblige," I said sarcastically . Terry looked at me funny again, but went on with preparing the fish to fry. I started thinking about what could have happened back at the picnic area and sat down and put my head in my hands, instantly Terry was sitting next to me his arm around my shoulder. "What's the matter baby, what happened back there?" I took a deep sigh and told him about the two scruffy men coming after me, and the lady bikers coming to the rescue.

Terry sat there for a few moments, then squeezed me and gave me a big kiss on the lips, he then looked into my eyes, then after pausing a moment said, "We're going to have to make sure something like that doesn't happen again," he sat there looking at me, then got up and resumed preparing the fish. We enjoyed another terrific fish dinner with wild rice and 7-Up this time, I asked him what he meant about something "Never happening again" but he wouldn't say, once everything was cleaned up we headed back to our campground.