Stranded In A Montana Blizzard, I Found Help Where I Least Expected

of frost.

Elena stared. The man wore a heavy leather vest. On the back, a patch glowed in the reflected light: a winged skull wearing a motorcycle helmet.

Hell’s Angels.

Her mother’s warnings echoed in her mind, tales of violence and lawlessness, of men who lived by no code but their own. She looked at the patch, then she looked at Sophia’s blue lips.continue reading …