Barefoot and Desperate, the Little Girl Trusted Bikers More Than Police to Save Her Dy.ing Mom
The girl appeared at our clubhouse just past midnight, barefoot, clad in pajamas, her hair tangled by wind and fear. She looked up at thirty grown men—war veterans, bikers, men who’d seen war and prison bars alike—and whispered, “He’s hurting Mommy again.” We all knew Lily. Seven years old, freckled cheeks, always waving at us…