Everyone dug.
Then the crazed biker waved the g*n at his fellows. “Anybody not with me?!”
An old hippie with a straggly gray beard emerged from the fold. “We"re with you, Omar. We "re your friends, aren"t we?” He turned to the other bikers. “We"re all Omar"s friends, aren"t we?”
The bikers murmured agreement.
The old sage took a cautious step forward. “This about that problem in Seattle, Omar?”
The gunman"s face contorted and flushed. “I just wanted a piece of a*s, man. She killed herself, dig?” He moved the g*n to point directly at the man"s skull. “Look, are you with me or not because if you"re not, then you"re with these sorry bastards over here ...” The g*n swung back to Roger and the others.
“We"re with you,” the old hippie repeated.
“Yeah?” Omar said, and gestured with the pis
