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of them left the club for their respective cabins, while Dog went back upstairs to one of the bedrooms in the clubhouse to get ready. He’d stayed there last night so he wouldn’t see his bride before the wedding.
    Twenty minutes later, Bone stood before the slightly fogged mirror in his bathroom combing his hair with a bit of gel to keep it neat. He’d pulled on a pair of black slacks, a white dress shirt and his colors. He set the comb down, and tugged at the collar which chafed him. He hated wearing this shit. It always made him feel like he was caged or hemmed in. Only for one of his brothers would he wear this stupid crap, he thought with disdain, hell at least it wasn’t a suit.
    Dog was wearing one of those today with his colors of course. His old lady had asked him to wear it. Dog wouldn’t deny her anything, that woman made him too happy. Yes, Tracy did have his balls in a jar somewhere, but Dog didn’t give a fuck. It was a beautiful thing when a man gave his old lady the respect she deserved. So yeah, he would wear a dress shirt and respect his brother’s choice to marry his old lady. That didn’t mean that they wouldn’t give Dog shit about his balls though, he snorted at the thought.
    Smiling slyly at his appearance he had to admit he looked damned good. He ran his hand down his clean shaven jaw checking for missed spots finding none he left the bathroom. Time to get this shit on the road, he thought, as he headed to the clubhouse. He arrived at the same time Trick did. They walked up the porch steps stopping near the door waiting on the woman coming up the steps behind them.
    “Heard about the putz. Surprised he isn’t dead.” Trick laughed as he held the door for Brandy, Sticks old lady. Bone noticed how weary Brandy looked. About to ask what was wrong he noticed Stick talking to a sweetbutt near the corral where the cows were munching grass. Damn that was a disaster waiting to happen, he observed, as he watched Brandy walked into the clubhouse with a small pained smile, while pointedly ignoring the scene nearby. Those two were hopeless, like his momma and dad had been he thought with contempt. “Yeah, it was hard to let him keep breathing. If he’d walked to the bike I was gonna take his head off with the twenty.” Bone looked further down the walkway and saw Stacy, Lisa, and Reina coming from the row of cabins that most of the club members lived in. They waited, holding the door for the ladies entering after them while they chatted about the run.
    The club was filled with people who were standing around chatting or drinking beers while waiting for the wedding to start. A couple of the prospects were hanging around near the door talking. Bone nodded to them before he headed upstairs to find Dog and Tank. Along the way he nodded or spoke to brothers, old ladies, and some of the kids ran around laughing while Aunt Mea and Katie chased them. They would be herded away after the wedding for their own party. The bon fire party was only for club members, Prospects, some of the old ladies who would go with their old men, and the sweet butt’s who keep the men entertained.
    He finally made it to the stairs, taking them two at a time, and entered the game room where Dog was lounging on a couch smoking a cigar. Tank stood near a large pool table laughing while he and Dog smoked. “That’s true we all hate these damned monkey suits. Shit, if you’d get you balls outta that jar she’s got them in we’d all be better off.” Tank wore a getup similar to Bone’s only the button up shirt he wore had rolled up sleeves that showed of Tanks ink. The man loved to show his ink off every chance he got. On each of his upper arms were one of his two brothers, who had died last year, they were riding on their bikes out of what looked like the flames of hell. Both men had been killed in a bombing the Jackal’s had put into a bar the club ran over in Dixie.
    “You’re just jealous, Mother fucker!” Dog threw a