He revved once more then cut the engine so they could talk, the bike lowering gently to the ground. "Stranger, whoever you are, I know you're lost. How did you even get your hawg and your skinny *** out here anyway?" He scratched a hand through his short rough hair, the other hand casually resting on his thigh, near his stun ray.

Not that he wanted to use it. Half the fun of meeting another rider was trash talk, and it was hard to do that with the other guy unable to move or speak, but he wasn't getting caught out here with his throat slit neither. No sir. Harry was, contrary to popular opinion, careful when he gambled. Was why he was in the half of the company that wasn't either in hock up to their eyeballs or in deep to Rev. Harry didn't gamble unless the odds were stacked in his favor with money, he sure wasn't about to play fast and lose with his life, or worse, his hawg.