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“You did well,” the Rider whispered, Johnny’s voice echoing beneath the gravel. “But don’t mistake me for a friend.”
What followed was not a fight. It was a crucifixion.
He was hiding. Not from the Devil. From himself.
Johnny looked at Danny. The boy was crying silently.
“No more hiding,” he said. “The road’s long. And there are other Roarkes out there.”
“You did well,” the Rider whispered, Johnny’s voice echoing beneath the gravel. “But don’t mistake me for a friend.”
What followed was not a fight. It was a crucifixion. ghost rider spirit of vengeance 2012
He was hiding. Not from the Devil. From himself. “You did well,” the Rider whispered, Johnny’s voice
Johnny looked at Danny. The boy was crying silently. “You did well
“No more hiding,” he said. “The road’s long. And there are other Roarkes out there.”