He glanced up at the house, clenching the keys in his hand. It felt surreal to come from daydreaming way back when to now actually living the dream. It wasn't unusual for Bill to get what he wanted, but this time it was different. He got this through hard work and dedication, not by brute force. Bill Mills became quite the name around town for being a mechanic, and a damn good one at that. He would also do handy work to make some quick bucks on the side. If something was needed to be done, Bill was probably the best bet. Although he wore a rugged exterior, he wooed the community with his kidnesses that radiated from within. Despite his efforts, there were moments where Bill couldn't escape his past. Old acquaintances from the Outlaws emerged now and then, reminding him his abandonment hadn't gone unnoticed. However with each encounter, Bill stood his own and once the community noticed the visits they quickly sided with Bill. They weren't bikers but they sure as hell banded together like one, it really reflected how much respect he had earned. |