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Further Adventures of the Borderland Biker -Chapter 24
Our decision to return to the old saloon at sundown to confront the ‘new’ owners was risky
By Derrel Whitemyer
It was a tactical advantage we couldn’t pass. Hilts’ original plan to find out who they were then reason with them now seemed unreasonable. The new owners hadn’t hesitated to cut the shape changer’s umbilical cord at its source leaving him to turn to stone…to die a slow and painful death.
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Further Adventures of the Borderland Biker -Chapter 23
Things are NOT what they seem.
By Derrel Whitemyer
We rode the rest of the night putting mile after mile between us and the town of Oakley. The longer I was on the Raider the more I remembered its particulars; in particular the particulars surrounding its six foot wheelbase and extended rake.
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Further Adventures of the Borderland Biker -Chapter 22
The town of Oakley is not Brigadoon
By Derrel Whitemeyer
“The two Colt 45s just changed back into a picture of two Colt 45s…I’m doing something wrong?”
Larry leaned over the steel bowl and picked up the picture of the two Colts, “You must be editing your thoughts. Maybe Hilts can explain why when he and Kate catch up?”
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Further Adventures of the Borderland Biker -Chapter 21
We've made it back to Ma n' Pa's Borderland
By Derrel Whitemyer
“Thank you…thankyouverymuch…,” said an Elvis with a good natured grin that looked like a lopsided sneer and who looked a lot like the Elvis played by the actor Bruce Campbell in the movie BUBBA HO-TEP and who was sitting on a stool with his back to a jukebox. “Larry and Kate are in the booth behind me. Ma n’ Pa can’t be here but said to say Shaun’s safe and thank you for closing off that entrance ...
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Further Adventures of the Borderland Biker -Chapter 19
“We’re too late;” shouted Shaun aka velociraptor aka chameleon, “save yourself…I’ll hold them off…”
By Derrel Whitemeyer
To fifty, and I’m being generous, my Wide Glide might’ve kept us in sight. From fifty onwards the M109 was, with the exception of the Road Warrior and Raider, like no other V-twin I’d ever ridden.
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