Page 63 of Property of Yak

“Fuck it. It’s gone well enough. Why not?” Yukon says.

“What do we have to lose?” Wolverine shrugs.

“Then let’s do this,” I say, clapping my hands.

Quickly, we load up our bikes. Once the back door is shut and locked, we head for the cab. As I get into the driver’s seat, Yukon and Timbit start fighting over the front seat.

“I’m the sergeant at arms, my guy. I sit in the front,” Yukon grumbles.

“Yeah, but I get carsick in the back seat,” Timbit whines.

“You’ll be fine,” Mowtown says as he shoves him into the back where Wolverine is already sitting.

I readjust the seat until I’m comfortable. I feel a little rusty, but I’ve got this.

“Jesus fuck, we are crammed in here like sardines,” Wolverine mutters.

“It will be a great bonding experience. Everyone ready?” I ask, adding cheer to my voice.

Yukon looks at me in disbelief as I turn on the truck. “I think your idea of something great and mine are two different things.”

“Probably.” I shrug.

“Are you sure you know how to drive this thing?” Mowtown asks as I start to move.

“Yep.”

What I don’t tell them is that my CDL expired about two years ago, and I never got it reissued, but I don’t plan on getting caught, so it won’t matter.

The cops expect to look for a group of bikes surrounding a box truck. Not a semi, and no one at the clubhouse, not even Yooper, knows what we are rolling in today.

It’s going to be fine. I know it. Now all I have to do is prove myself to them.

Which, honestly, at this point shouldn’t be too hard. I’m fucking awesome.

CHAPTER

SIXTEEN

Julie

“I win again.” I do a little dance in my seat.

Yak told me to stay in his room, so since I refused to leave again, Sap brought in a foldable table and two chairs.

We have been playing Euchre ever since. Two-person Euchre isn’t as fun as four, but I have been kicking his ass at it.

“You don’t have to look so smug,” Sap grumbles.

“I thought you said you knew how to play. You are making it look like I’m taking candy from a baby,” I chastise him.

“I’ve never played with only two people. I usually have a partner. Which reminds me, next time I play, you’re my partner. I am calling dibs.”

I beam at his compliment.

Dad taught me to play at a young age. I remember at family gatherings sitting in on a hand or two while he ran off to do whatever he needed to do. Even at seven, I was a card shark. At least, that’s what Aunt Jo called me.

“We will see. Deal again.” I nod to the cards.