being silly and these were the heart of gold types. I think that's what kept me from fully concealing my brown ass. Curiosity killed the kitty and all.
At first the three bikers rumbled past. I hung deep in the hood, feeling relieved and sad in equal parts. That is, until the bone shaking rumble started to quiet. I tried to play still in between the radiator as if they were dinosaurs who couldn't see, but the engines went out altogether, and from not too far away, a voice called out. "Hey, y'all ok?"
I blew out steam of my own, and scolded myself for being so dumb. Of course they were decent. Most people were. I pulled out and turned.
"Actually, I could-"
The rest of the words fell off my lips.
The three men before me were dressed identical, almost in uniform. If any uniform involved shredded jeans, jack boots and leather vests. Underneath those vests on their tan orange skin, was ink. Ink that drew out Deathhead skulls, Swastikas and looping 88s, all across bulging mounds of muscle.
These weren't just 1%ers. They were neo-nazis. If my wits hadn’t fled for the hills, I might have mentioned that even Hitler shook Jesse Owen's hand in the 1936 Olympics. Probably wouldn't have made much of a point.
"Well, sheeit," one of them said. He was squat and built like a bear. His brown hair hung down unkempt, some of it branched off and curved around his face to frame him with a beard and mustache.
"I'll be damned," said one of the others who looked like his leaner blond twin. "Didn't think one of em would dare come back to Jackson."
One of them. It was like I was wildlife.
The first guy sauntered forward. He had on something between shock and disgust and the sheer sight of that look coming towards me spurred me to action.
"Just stay back," I said. "Just leave me alone."
The look turned to a sneer. "Why, what you got in there?"
The other was circling further around us like a shark. "Damn, Earl, car's filled with shit. "
"Oh, yeah? You steal all that?" He walked up and I could smell the stench of beer and smoke behind his yellowed teeth.
"That's my stuff," I said, trying to sound menacing. "Just leave me and go. I don't need any help."
"Help?' The ugly mouth spread into an even uglier grin. "You hear that Jimmy. She thinks we're good Samaritans."
The blond barked out laughter and slapped my trunk. I couldn't watch both of them. I didn't want to see either. I wanted to see anyone, just anyone coming up that road. Couldn't be worse than this, but the only other thing in this god forsaken swampland was the third nazi, who perched back straddling his chopper. He was younger and taller than these two, long and packed with lean muscle. He watched us through lean blue eyes like some sort of tall hawk. I shivered. This guy was much more dangerous than these two asshats.
"Hey open this up. Show me what you got back in here." The blonde one was yanking on my trunk.
"That's my stuff," I snapped back at him, then did my best to glower at the ugly in my face. "I didn't steal anything."
"Bullshit," the guy called Earl growled. "I know how you darkies operate. We used to have a ton of your kind up in Jackson. Even after we drove em out, they used to show up at old Jim's convenience store some night and take off with half his merchandise. Was bad for awhile, but we stomped it out."
He had emphasized the stomped. His face stretched to another grin. I’m not sure how I didn’t pee myself.
"Well, I didn't steal anything,"
"To hell you didn't." He thrust his face at me. "Show me receipts then."
"The fuck, Earl?" A new voice boomed out and it shocked Earl as much as me. I looked past at the lanky young biker, as he added. "We already got plenty of stolen shit, right here. We gotta move it."
"The fuck you telling her that for, you dumbass?" Earl jabbed a finger from him. "That shit's illegal anyway. This spear chucker here's been robbing decent folk of stuff they need."
"I'm not from around here. I'm from Atlanta. And I'm
At first the three bikers rumbled past. I hung deep in the hood, feeling relieved and sad in equal parts. That is, until the bone shaking rumble started to quiet. I tried to play still in between the radiator as if they were dinosaurs who couldn't see, but the engines went out altogether, and from not too far away, a voice called out. "Hey, y'all ok?"
I blew out steam of my own, and scolded myself for being so dumb. Of course they were decent. Most people were. I pulled out and turned.
"Actually, I could-"
The rest of the words fell off my lips.
The three men before me were dressed identical, almost in uniform. If any uniform involved shredded jeans, jack boots and leather vests. Underneath those vests on their tan orange skin, was ink. Ink that drew out Deathhead skulls, Swastikas and looping 88s, all across bulging mounds of muscle.
These weren't just 1%ers. They were neo-nazis. If my wits hadn’t fled for the hills, I might have mentioned that even Hitler shook Jesse Owen's hand in the 1936 Olympics. Probably wouldn't have made much of a point.
"Well, sheeit," one of them said. He was squat and built like a bear. His brown hair hung down unkempt, some of it branched off and curved around his face to frame him with a beard and mustache.
"I'll be damned," said one of the others who looked like his leaner blond twin. "Didn't think one of em would dare come back to Jackson."
One of them. It was like I was wildlife.
The first guy sauntered forward. He had on something between shock and disgust and the sheer sight of that look coming towards me spurred me to action.
"Just stay back," I said. "Just leave me alone."
The look turned to a sneer. "Why, what you got in there?"
The other was circling further around us like a shark. "Damn, Earl, car's filled with shit. "
"Oh, yeah? You steal all that?" He walked up and I could smell the stench of beer and smoke behind his yellowed teeth.
"That's my stuff," I said, trying to sound menacing. "Just leave me and go. I don't need any help."
"Help?' The ugly mouth spread into an even uglier grin. "You hear that Jimmy. She thinks we're good Samaritans."
The blond barked out laughter and slapped my trunk. I couldn't watch both of them. I didn't want to see either. I wanted to see anyone, just anyone coming up that road. Couldn't be worse than this, but the only other thing in this god forsaken swampland was the third nazi, who perched back straddling his chopper. He was younger and taller than these two, long and packed with lean muscle. He watched us through lean blue eyes like some sort of tall hawk. I shivered. This guy was much more dangerous than these two asshats.
"Hey open this up. Show me what you got back in here." The blonde one was yanking on my trunk.
"That's my stuff," I snapped back at him, then did my best to glower at the ugly in my face. "I didn't steal anything."
"Bullshit," the guy called Earl growled. "I know how you darkies operate. We used to have a ton of your kind up in Jackson. Even after we drove em out, they used to show up at old Jim's convenience store some night and take off with half his merchandise. Was bad for awhile, but we stomped it out."
He had emphasized the stomped. His face stretched to another grin. I’m not sure how I didn’t pee myself.
"Well, I didn't steal anything,"
"To hell you didn't." He thrust his face at me. "Show me receipts then."
"The fuck, Earl?" A new voice boomed out and it shocked Earl as much as me. I looked past at the lanky young biker, as he added. "We already got plenty of stolen shit, right here. We gotta move it."
"The fuck you telling her that for, you dumbass?" Earl jabbed a finger from him. "That shit's illegal anyway. This spear chucker here's been robbing decent folk of stuff they need."
"I'm not from around here. I'm from Atlanta. And I'm
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