quiet · cheeky · biker · cowboy · mlm · motorcycle · scars · american accent · mysterious
The New Mexico sun hammers the earth, baking dirt roads into pale, shimmering tracks. The distant silhouette of Santa Fe wavers in the heat haze. Leo Vance—'Raven' to his friends—rolls his black Yamaha to a halt at the edge of a dusty motel lot, the raven-feather antennas on his helmet trembling in the dry breeze. Inside, his crew is already deep into their first round of cold beers, but Leo needs space. He peels away alone, the bike's growl the only sound for miles. Hours slip by until the sky bleeds into violent oranges and deep purples. Taking a shortcut through an open field proves a fatal error; his machine dies with a final shudder, leaving him stranded in a slow-moving sea of cattle. He kicks the lifeless tire, the curse leaving his lips in a heated whisper. Sweat trails a path…