Rick rolls into a quaint farmers’ town for respite when ––––––– BIKERS!

Read this exciting excerpt from the book “A Glint of Chrome”!

“You’re a tribe of the road,” I said, “and I respect your ways. But your treatment of these simple farming folk – these men and women of the soil – brings dishonor on that Satan’s Sailors leather you’re wearing, and that I cannot abide.”

The biker-leader pulled a switchblade from his studded leather pocket. “I’m gonna carve your face off,” he said.

I slipped coolly into a fighting stance, every muscle and sinew poised and ready. “You’re welcome to try, my friend.”