Gamble Rogers Camping Novels & Stories

Chapter Twenty-One The massive bonfire in the center of the clearing had grown into a huge, roaring blaze of bright orange fire by the time the dark night fully settled over the deep woods of the campground. The sound of loud laughter, rough rock music, and the constant clink of glass beer bottles filled the cool night air as the patched brothers of the Iron Reapers and a few of their allied motorcycle clubs celebrated the successful end of the very first day of the annual run.

Added a little more to my cup just to make it appear like I was drinking more. She licked her lips greedily and took a long gulp. “Wow, this wine is good.” “Only the best for you, my love.” She blushed deeper, then pushed a strand of hair out of her face. “I do remember crossing a creek.” Dead Man’s Gully. So the camp was indeed beyond that. But I already knew that. “And the camp itself?” I pressed. “Was it big? Small?” “Big.” Deirdre waved her hand. “Huge, actually. Hundreds of rogues. They had tents everywhere. And guards. So many guards.”

Kimberly didn’t respond; she just glanced at him, knowing how rocky their relationship had been in the past due to earlier conflicts. Since Hunter left the Astral Guardians, Rafael’s team had been handling back-to-back cases. They’d received tips about rogues becoming increasingly unmanageable, along with other complicated issues. Recently, they were assigned to investigate an illegal gambling site. A tip-off suggested that rogues were running the operation. During their investigation, they discovered that the gambling site was being operated by a large syndicate—an organization currently under Rafael’s and his team’s scrutiny, alongside other Astral Guardian members. “This case is tough wit

Two gamblers, both fox-haired and reeking of cheap liquor, staggered toward the end of the street, their laughter bouncing off the low lit alleyways. The taller of the two, Rogers, wiped his nose with the back of his hand, his sharp eyes scanning the road ahead. And his eyes landed on something.. “Look there,” he muttered, elbowing his friend, Dale. His finger pointed toward the unconscious figure slumped against the tunnel wall. Dale squinted, then let out a low whistle. “Damn. That’s a fine-looking man.”

For our or their security? “That’s where the women and children of the rogues are living. They do not have the luxury we do, and we’ll need to talk to them. I thought this would be our chance?” Lucas says, his eyes on the tents. “Are the rogues also living here?” “They rotate according to Kane and his men, so those who have guard duty over the women, and those who have ‘playdays’ are here in this camp, and those who do not, are in our camp.”

When I pull away, Tobias is looking away, giving Sable and me a moment. Sable starts filling me in, “Tobias was telling me that Roger has several camps.” “Does he have them heading west?” “Yes, alpha. He has two. One as a backup operation and the other is for more a ‘pack member’ type environment.” “Good, you can show me on a map where they are.” I said. “Of course.” As we turned to leave, I saw Matt approaching me with Nick in tow. Matt looks as furious as I do. Nick’s lip is busted too. He throws him on the ground in front of us and starts explaining.

one person. This conversion camp happens twice a year for five months each. I've done this for a year now and supposedly "converted" two gay people which, obviously, isn't true. They're going away out of town anyway, so nobody will know that they didn't actually turn straight. Anyone who doesn't "convert" spends another five months here with the next batch. That will definitely happen to Mr. Drama Queen over here. I'll still get paid for my work, but it won't be as much as when I "convert" someone.

By lunch came about I grabbed my phone and made a call to cancel our lunch plans. “Hey babe, I am sorry but I am on my way back from the rogue camp. The smell down there is terrible. They were right, it's like a month-old rotting flesh and dead fish. I think the Blackblood Pack and their loyal following idiots have been trying to get the rogues to move back off protected land. Dumbasses just want to hunt them down.” I said annoyed. “I haven’t smelt any of that up our way.” He said confusedly why only the smell would be down the hill from the main compound?

“Yeah. He’s got a whole camp full of people. Maybe fifty or sixty rogues. They’re deep in the northern wilderness, way past pack territory. They don’t come out much, and when they do, it’s usually to recruit or steal supplies.” “Where’s the camp?” “I don’t know exactly,” he said quickly. “I’ve only heard stories. Somewhere north of here, past the river. There’s supposed to be a gorge or something. That’s all I know, I swear.” I let go of his jacket and stepped back. He slumped against the wall, clutching his chest. “Tell the others that we’re heading north,” I told my Beta. “Check the maps for a gorge.” The rogue’s eyes widened further. “You’re gonna go out there?”