Diesel and Dirt

Norah Quinn runs a two-bay truck shop on the edge of a Kansas wind farm, inherits it from her father, and makes it work. She has no patience for Harleys and less for the men who ride them. Then seven of them roll in with a sidecar, three flats, and one urn — the ashes of a WWII Marine named Solomon, being escorted home by a club that took his name. Elias Vance, fifty-two, ex-Marines, cranky as a wet cat, is the man elected to hold the urn. He needs an axle. Norah needs a roofer. Neither one of them needs what happens next. Two weeks of repairs turn into two weeks of standing next to each other in grease-stained coveralls, saying less and less out loud. The Sabers move on. Elias's bike stays under a tarp in Norah's yard, and Elias stays with it — a mechanic's hands, a veteran's ghosts, and a woman who says his name like a fact that's already true.