by Paige Notaro
He passed one of the rolled up tents to me and I fixed it onto my own ride. Just the smell of the soil and grass had me ready for what came ahead. It had been a long, long time since I’d been camped in a place where no one would try to shoot me.
We got astride our choppers, Vaughn and me riding and each of our ladies clutching on in back. One by one, our rumble tore through the air, and we sliced up onto the Atlanta freeway.
In an hour we’d be there, in two we’d be set up, in three we’d be living life large. Rosa’s arms clenched me tightly. She was everything I needed. But the past two weeks had shown me there was more than I wanted. The four of us were a great start. We’d bring more into our world soon, one way or another.
As we made our way out of the Atlanta downtown, I saw Vaughn look up at an exit sign. I didn’t have to read it. I knew where we were.
Off to the right, just past the highway was a gleaming new gas station. Something new where there had been something old. A place built over the land where Vaughn and I had lost our mother. Where we had lost our family. Where we’d lost ourselves, for far too long.
I hoped our mother saw us now. We wore no cuts. I didn’t need one to know my brothers in this world. I had the one that mattered the most at my side again.
We blazed past it quick. It was in the rear-view just an instant and then a turn took even that away.
It was just us, side by side once more, riding free with the women we had chosen to spend our lives with.
I revved the engine and charged boldly into the future that awaited us.
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