Based on the condition of the motorcycles riders that came through the other night Jax and I do a hike for a few miles down Lockhart to see the conditions for ourselves.
It's rough. Nobody is getting up without leaving skin, either human or machine.
Then I hear the midget faded. Fortunately Jax doesn't stop to investigate and walks about three feet to the left of it out of striking range.
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