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the sound: Jimi Hendrix – Crosstown Traffic, Jimi Hendrix – All Along the Watchtower, The Doors – Hello I Love You, The Band – Chest Fever, Janis Joplin – Piece of my Heart, Richard Strauss – Also Sprach Zarathustra, Marvin Gaye – What’s Goin On, Prince – Purple Rain

By the time we were ready to leave the hospital we had Rosie with us, and knew for sure that Barry would be ok. We all ate some, slept or napped some, and most of the boys at one time or another had gone round the corner to a bar for a much needed bracer.

We walked out the door to the bikes and Boomer suggested it might not be a bad time to head to The Dump. Robert and Grey both looked at him as Grey ushered Rosie into the middle of the truck seat.

“ya’ll go ahead…we’ve gotta go talk to Mama” Robert said. “Baby…I’d appreciate it if you’d come too.”

My head snapped around at his use of a word like appreciate…and my curiosity got the best of me as I agreed to go along.

I began to clamber into the passenger side of the pickup with Rosie and Grey but Robert pulled on my arm as if to get me to go with him. I looked up at him and he quietly said “please”.

I walked with Robert to Snot’s bike as Snot climbed into the now clean box of the truck but Rosie hollered out the window of the truck “Robert, I want Baby with me!” I turned to look at her and Robert gave me a little shove in the back towards her. “Get along then” Robert replied as he kinda slumped and then threw a leg over Snot’s bike.

I climbed into cab of the truck as Robert started the bike and pealed out of the parking lot like his very life depended on it. All of the bikes pulled out ahead of us and headed in the opposite direction to The Dump. Grey, Rosie, Snot and I followed Robert but were possibly 5 minutes behind him

Grey shook his head ruefully as Rosie suggested to her eldest brother that “it would be nice to have just one uneventful day in this family.”

We traveled quietly through the streets of the city on our way back out to the farm. The sun was up and beating warmly on us in the early morning as we entered the industrial warehouse area that signals the edge of the city.

I started to nod off only to be awakened by Grey’s strident exclamation….“shit! shit! shit! shit! shit!….and one of them’s black”

I sat up and glanced about me to see what the commotion was about just in time to see Snot’s bike parked on the sidewalk and Robert standing off two police officers with their guns trained on him.

I realized that the cops didn’t know that we were with Robert and that up to the point where we’d passed them there seemed to be a whole block of parking meter’s with their little metered head’s knocked off.

We continued slowly past so as to not attract attention and turned right one building down, at the next corner, coming to an abrupt halt as Grey stopped the truck.

Rosie, Grey, Snot and I piled out of the truck and I realized as we raced up to the corner of the building that both Snot and Grey were armed.
I had just enough time to wonder where guns had come from before we reached the corner of the building and peered around at Robert and the cops.

Robert was now in handcuffs and had his back to the wall while both cops stood in front of him. I could see what Grey meant, one cop was white and one was black but neither of them were very large men. I glanced around at Snot and Grey but thankfully neither man seemed ready to make a move.

I looked to Robert again and I could see the cords standing out on his neck as the black cop berated him, poking him in the chest all the while, calling him a criminal and a total waste of taxpayer’s dollars. The white cop tried to shush the black one but he was having none of it, his tirade just continued until he got to the part where he started in on the subject of the bikers in general and then their stupidity in general and then he moved from there on to the subject of genetics and inbreeding in bikers.

Suddenly, I was physically yanked back around the corner and just as I was a commotion broke out between Robert and the 2 officers. “well he’s cuffed” I thought, “so it’s not like he can cause much trouble.”

I heard Rosie, who was still peering around the corner mutter “oh fuck…there he goes” and slid forward to see Robert standing with the black cop in his hand and up off the ground by the gurgler while he pushed away the white cop who was trying to pull his gun again. Robert had him by the wrist forcing his hand to remain on his gun in his holster.

The black cop began to seriously thrash and struggle as I realized that Robert had the remains of a pair of handcuffs still on his wrists.

He’d snapped them in two.

the sound: The Who – Eminence Front, Alice Cooper – No More Mr. Nice Guy, Paul McCartney and Wings – Helen Wheels, John Lennon – Mind Games, Faces – Oh La La, Bachman Turner Overdrive – Takin Care of Business, Steve Winwood feat Eric Clapton – Dirty City

Robert continued to move as he rose slowly to stand before me, hands on his hips. Greybeard stayed beside me and when Robert leaned forward to make a grab for my jacket front Grey slapped his hand away and told him to “leave off”. Grey’s hand came to rest lightly on my knee and for once I kept my big trap shut about my personal space.

Someone cleared their throat across the room and I looked up from Grey’s hand on my knee to see a very young, rather timid Dr standing in the doorway. He looked so scared it would not have surprised me in the least to have been able to see his knee’s knocking together from where I was sitting.

I smiled as Grey rose to stand beside Robert, two massive hulking men looming over this poor young medic…“betcha he wishes he was on the day shift” I thought just as he began to speak.

The young Dr seemed to find himself as he talked…“Mr. Kirkpatrick is in surgery; the bullet entered his left buttock and traveled through to exit at his groin, just barely nicking his femoral artery. Had it been a hair’s breath closer to the artery he’d have not lasted long enough to get him here – he’d have bled out before you could have got him into the truck….as it was he’s lost a massive amount of blood. How it missed his pelvic bone on the way through is beyond me….anyway…only your quick thinking in getting him here and your sister’s having kept her finger in the hole in his groin thereby slowing the bleeding saved him.”

I smiled at him, “and Rosie?” I asked.

“She’s resting comfortably” was his reply, “we had to sedate her to keep her from following Mr. Kirkpatrick into the operating room. She’ll be right as rain after some rest.” He turned on his heel and marched briskly away.

I looked up at the two men standing before me as Snot approached us. Both men looked white and scared, but as I watched I could see them visibly relax and begin to gain color.

Snot asked Robert “who should go get Wizard and the boys?” Robert just looked at him.

“You should” I said, as Robert and Grey both sat down abruptly, kinda like they’d lost their legs. Grey reached his hand into his pocket and came out with the truck keys “wash the truck and pick up the boys” he said to Snot. “and pickup some food” I added and then shrunk back when Grey’s head snapped around to look at me.

“well?” I said, “it’s not like we’re not goin anywhere are we?” I blurted

“no…yer right Baby” he said as he turned to Snot “send one of the girls for some grub too.”

Snot hesitated and looked to Robert who was sitting with his elbows on his knees and his head in his big hands. Robert nodded and Snot turned away to make plans.

“She’s right you know” Grey said quietly to Robert.

Robert sighed and nodded again…”ya, I know” he replied.

“well you are gonna be the one to tell Mama”…hissed Grey…You are gonna be the one to march right into the big house and tell Mrs.K you shot her baby boy in the ass and god damn near killed him!”

Robert slumped further down in his seat and didn’t reply.

{ a quick word from Wyz: because it’s come up in conversations with those of you that read my blog and know me…I feel a need to state for you, my faithful readers, that although this happened in my life…the timeline has been distorted for storytelling purposes. Because really? what kind of fun reading would it be for you if I posted 17 consecutive chapters that simply said: “today we got drunk” or “today we went grocery shopping” or “today we went to the dump”? (as opposed to The Dump?}