His Club Came First

Crow offered my bar as collateral to a rival crew and never told me. When it burned, I walked. Eighteen months later he rides into my new town with a nomad patch and a list of names. He says he's here to protect me. He says the Saints are dead. He says he'll grovel forever if that's what it takes. I don't want forever. I want the men who took my bar. Crow can help me find them — but he sleeps in his truck until I say otherwise. And when the shotgun comes for me, he'd better be standing in front of it.