The mute six-year-old girl ran straight

into the giant biker’s arms at Walmart,

frantically signing something

while tears poured down her face.

I watched this massive,

tattooed man in a Demons MC vest suddenly start signing back to her fluently,

his hands moving with surprising grace as other shoppers backed away in fear.

The little girl – couldn’t weigh more than forty pounds – was clinging to this scary-looking

biker like he was her lifeline,

her small hands flying through signs I couldn’t understand.

Then the biker’s expression changed from concern to pure rage,

and he stood up,

scanning the store with eyes that promised violence,

still holding the child protectively against his chest.

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