Chapter 50: TYLER

There was enough speculation surrounding us as it was, but this shit was not going to go unanswered. If the town's people chose to believe their assumptions as to what kind of men we were I give a fuck. Half of them believed we were a renegade biker gang anyway so what if what I was about to do convinced them of that?

Meanwhile ever since we landed we've been knee deep in bullshit that had nothing to do with us. All we'd wanted was some peace and quiet. This seemed like the perfect place to do that, a fresh start.

It had been the commander's childhood home, a place he'd raved about to us more than once, so when he left it to my brothers and I we felt the love that the gruff old bastard had never quite put into words, but had been felt nonetheless over the years.

But ever since we got settled it seemed like life was destined to keep us in the midst of bullshit. It might not be the fucking deserts of Afghanistan, but it was just was worrisome to us, and much clos