Biker Bought Teenage Girl At Gas Station Human Trafficking Auction For $10,000

My name is William “Hammer” Davidson. Sixty-nine years old. Vietnam vet. Been riding Harleys for forty-four years.

I’ve seen evil. Combat. War crimes. Things that still wake me up at night fifty years later.

But nothing prepared me for what I heard through that bathroom wall at a gas station outside Kansas City at 3 AM.

Human trafficking. Right there. In the middle of America. At a truck stop like thousands of others.

I’d been riding alone. Coming back from my brother’s memorial in Colorado. Cancer took him at sixty-five. Too young. Too fast. I’d been on the road for twelve hours, running from grief, when I pulled into that gas station.

Just needed coffee. Bathroom. Ten minutes.Continue reading…