I WAS FIFTEEN AND SLEEPING IN THE WOODS WHEN I FOUND A SIX-YEAR-OLD GIRL HIDING FROM HER KIDNAPPERS – I DIDN’T KNOW HER FATHER LED THE MOST FEARED BIKER CLUB IN THE COUNTY, OR THAT ONE PHONE CALL WOULD SEND HUNDREDS OF MOTORCYCLES INTO THE STORM
I was fifteen years old when I found a little girl crying beside a flooded creek in the middle of a freezing Oregon storm. She was six. Her shoes were pink. Her hands were…
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