Chapter 11 · free to read
He never took the bait. He let us believe he had, and then he came to the real address.
Forty-one riders across a current the league can't plot. I counted them off out loud. I reached forty-one, and then I looked back.
Nobody voted. They simply all turned around and looked, the way people do when they have already decided and want you to say it out loud first.
Eight weeks earlier I was a rookie nobody would insure. That night forty riders waited for me to tell them what we were going to do about a man with a stadium.
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