Biker Was Crying Over A Thing In That Blue Towel And I Had To Pull Over To See What Broke This Tough Man

“Hit by car,” he said quickly. “Back leg’s broken. Maybe internal bleeding. She’s been out there at least an hour.”

The tech took her, and Nomad stood there, arms empty, looking lost. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, smearing tears across weathered cheeks.

We waited together for two hours. He didn’t say much—just sat hunched forward, hands clasped, staring at the floor. I saw his lips moving silently. He was praying.

Finally, the vet came out. Young, tired-looking. “She’s stable,” she said.Continue reading…