These Loudmouth Bikers Laughed at the Wrong Guy and Regretted Everything
The Truth Was Deeper
I exchanged a look with Bill, and in that instant, I knew—we were witnessing something much bigger than a roadside spat. He gave a slight nod as if confirming what I hadn’t yet put into words. This wasn’t just about insults or ego. There was history here, something layered beneath the surface.
And McClain? He wasn’t concerned. He moved with unshaken ease like none of this even registered as a threat. The young bikers had come in loud, full of fire. But he was something else entirely—like a mountain standing against the wind, knowing it would pass while he remained.
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