The Outsiders Stay Gold Ponyboy Novels & Stories

Of course, he would do that. He was an asshole and not even sex would change him. Besides, what’d I think would happen? That my vagina will magically change him? “Why are we even talking about my brother? The Outlaws are throwing a party tonight and you are coming with me! You haven’t lived in this town if you have not been to an outlaw party!” What the hell else do I have to lose? “Hell yeah! Let’s do it!” LATER THAT NIGHT The Outlaws were a special kind of wild. Their members were far more unruly than the Ryders. As soon as I stepped into their warehouse, the heavy smell of drugs knocked me off my feet. Weed, cocaine, alcohol, you name it was all over the place.

I go limp in their arms and laugh along with them. Going out apparently means The Gruesome Pony, a hole-in-the-wall tavern in the town that is slowly regrowing outside the walls of the palace. Almost everything here still bears the burn scars of Gavin’s conquering, but the Pony is worse than most—it doesn’t have a roof, just charred walls stretching up into nothingness. Tek, who set me down as soon as we left the palace walls, nudges me. “Ozkan swears he’s never putting a roof back on.”

I stage whisper. “You’re going to frighten the boy with those spooky stories,” Jenni scolds. “I’m not scared.” Hayden puffs his chest out, all bravado. “I want to hear about Gordon.” Jenni brings over a package of hotdogs and a couple of roasting sticks, the kind that retract to get really small and easily transportable. She extends them and stabs a hotdog onto one before handing it to Hayden. “Did you know there was once gold discovered in these mountains?” I ask.

The assistant hurriedly introduced himself, “I’m Mr. Fox's assistant. My name is Harper Saw.” Charlie nodded and said, “Please help us pass the message to Mr. Fox. Miss Golding’s bodyguards informed us that we suddenly lost the communication signal here. This is a great safety hazard. For Miss Golding’s safety, we have to leave first!”

Then just like that he left leaving me with nothing but the echo of those words, We protect our own. I used to believe that but if that were true, why did it feel like we were tearing each other apart By midday, the sun beat down hard on the yard. A few of the brothers worked on bikes, others cleaned weapons. Life went on, even with a corpse cooling in the next room and a traitor locked up in the back. I found Troy near the garage, wiping grease from his hands. “He say anything?”

Goldman sat outside of Patty’s house in his truck. He had parked on the street. Patty’s car and SUV were still in her driveway. He was aggravated as all hell. A guy leaves town for a week and crazy shit happens. They couldn’t lose Patty. The place wouldn’t be the same without her. Goldman couldn’t imagine walking through the door and not seeing her smiling face – greeting him.

Amos and his friends were lingering by the mercantile eating some candy and holding onto their fishing rods. Owen‘s jaw clenched and he quickly checked both ways before he stepped onto the street. Didn‘t he just tell them to go home and stay safe? He made it halfway across the street when the first gunshot rang out and blew the hat off his head. The boys looked up at him in surprise. ―Get out of here!‖ he yelled at them as he darted past a startled horse with an equally startled rider.

“Gurl, he is stalking out your damn house” I leaped up from Jonny’s lap and crept to the window and peeked through the space between the curtain and the wall. Outside, there are at least a dozen of Spin’s crew members, circling the lot. Spin is leaning against the wall of the building across the street like he is trying to stay out of this. Leading the circle of riders is Gabe, and he’s followed by Danny with Brenda on board, Mikey with Meme on board, and Deckard with some redhead hanging on the back of him that I don't recognize.

Goldie continues to advance further. “Hey, hey, hey!” Leonardo calls out to him, running to the doorway as well. He quickly jogs up the stairs of the basement, keeping a close eye on the young man ahead of him. As Goldie reached the top, he sees a group of armed men pointing their guns at him. Bullets started to rain, the sound of the firing squad was all he could hear. To defend himself, he holds his hands up. He has seen this before, and he does not intend to get shot or hurt again today. At this moment, his vision became clearer than before. The trajectory of each bullet becomes easier to spot. They all slowly come to a halt, remaining suspended in the air. The metal projectiles shake sli

No one ever stole anything that belonged to the ghost tree. Miranda hit Lauren’s shoulder with the back of her hand. “He works at Wagon Wheel, remember? We just went there to see him last week.” Lauren dredged up the memory of a greasy-haired guy throwing two slices of pizza in front of them as they’d sat on the tall chairs at the counter, feet dangling. He’d barely acknowledged Miranda’s existence. “That guy?” Lauren asked. “He looks just like Matt Dillon in The Outsiders,” Miranda said with a little sigh.