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He took his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled out a picture. "See this woman?"

"Yeah."

"Her name's Faye Walker. She's got longer hair now and a bit older. Twenty-four years old." He looked at Hammer, trying to gauge his age. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-eight." Hammer thrust his fingers in his hair, pushing the strands back.

"Forget it." Curley walked away and went into the clubhouse. Spotting Aaron, he went to his MC brother.

He wasn't going to set some young punk up watching Faye, giving him ideas. Aaron was closer to his age than Faye's, and he was used to hanging out at Tracy's place. Having him there wouldn't look out of the ordinary.

"Faye's coming into town tomorrow. She's got the idea to spend the night with Tracy. I need you to watch her." He put the picture he carried in his wallet away.

"At Tracy's place?" Aaron rubbed the back of his neck. "Is she in trouble?"

"No."

"Danger?"

"Nope." He ran his hand over his head. "I just want you watching her."

"For what?" Aaron smacked Curley on the shoulder. "She's a grown-ass woman. Let her have her night with Tracy."

He cleared his throat. "You'll watch her?"

"Is that an order?"

"Yeah." He stepped back. "I'll call the clubhouse Tuesday around seven o'clock. Make sure you're around to answer."

Needing air, he went back outside, lit another cigarette, and tried to figure out what Faye coming around Tarkio meant. When she was working in Superior, he was lucky enough not to see her for months. Hell, it'd been almost six months before she showed up at his house.

During that time, he'd mailed her money that she'd mailed back. It was the only way he could remind her that she belonged to him.

"Fuck," he muttered, bringing the smoke up to his lips.

What if something went wrong? She had no way of getting ahold of Walker without writing him a letter or waiting for a phone call from him. If she needed help, he'd be out of town. He wasn't confident that she'd approach the clubhouse.

Priest walked out of the building. "Warm them up, men."

It was going to be a long ride to California to oversee the marijuana crops brought in and distributed. Worried about his old lady, he took one more drag and snuffed the cigarette out with his boot.

Priest walked over to him. "Ready?"

"Yeah. The sooner we get out of here, the faster we can get home."

"What's your hurry?" asked Priest.

"Faye." He walked over to his Harley and started the engine.

It was times like now that he'd give his left nut to talk to Walker again. Brother to brother.

But that would never happen. Walker had made it clear where Curley stood after he claimed Faye.

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