Page 93 of The Biker's Brother

After a slight hesitation, a small figure emerged in a yellow plastic poncho, the kind you can get at the grocery store for a couple of bucks. As soon as she reached up to pull the hood back from her head he knew it was a woman by the delicate size of her hands and the way she moved.

The light was dim, but he saw her clearly as if it was noon on a bright sunny day. His late wife had once told him that he had to change out the light fixture in the kitchen because “nobody looks good influorescent light”. The girl standing in front of him was proof it just ain’t so.

Her eyes were violet blue. And wide. He wasn’t sure if that was because of fear or misery. Like him, she was soaking wet. Unlike him, she was shivering. Whether that was from fear or cold he couldn’t guess.

“What the hell you doing out here, girl?” He looked around. “Something got you spooked?”

She licked her bottom lip. “No, ah, I’m just a little down on luck is all. I don’t want any trouble.”

“Don’t want no trouble, huh?”

It wasn’t a question. He said it as if it was a provable fact. She shook her head to both punctuate his assessment and agree with it.

“Yeah. Me, neither. At least not tonight.”