A Shelter Said My White Pit Bull Was Too Broken to Bond — Then He Pulled Something Out of My Saddlebag and Carried It to a Corner

Synopsis

I should tell you about the saddlebag before I tell you what was in it. My name is Cole. I have lived in the same house outside Sturgis for twenty-six years. I was a welder until my shoulder gave out; now I do small engine repair out of the garage, enough to get by. I ride. I have ridden the same Harley for eleven years, and a man who rides that long stops…