going up against. In the meantime, I don't want you around either one of them. Don't answer the phone. Don't drop in at her house. If you see them on the sidewalk, you'd better be riding in the opposite direction." Priest paused. "Understood?"
"Yeah, Prez," said Ringtail.
Priest mouth hardened underneath his beard. "Where did you meet them?"
"It's just Angie. I met her at the clubhouse." Ringtail looked at both of them. "She came to a couple of the Tarkio parties."
"Until we know more about this Angie woman." Priest frowned. "What did you say her sister's name was?"
"Her name is..." Ringtail looked at the ground. "Damn, it was a weird one. Tu...Twi...that's it, Twyla."
"That'll help figure out who they are. I haven't heard that name around here," said Priest.
Twyla? Whip crossed his arms. The name fit. She was a strange one. Half wild woman and half little girl.
"I want you on this."
Whip snapped his gaze to Priest. The last thing he wanted was his time taken away by women.
"You know what they both look like. Once we figure it out, we can plan what to do."
"We're not going to hurt them, are we, Prez?" Ringtail rubbed his knuckles on his right hand. "Honestly, I don't think they're...at least Angie isn't involved with Cusclan."
"If she is, we'll find out." Priest stepped back. "Get back to work, Ringtail."
Ringtail dipped his chin and walked back into the bar. Whip watched him go. There was no bad blood between them. Each member knew what to expect if they fucked up. He was only doing his job.
But if he caught any of them consorting with their enemies, he wouldn't hesitate to bury them.
"I'm heading to the clubhouse and then going home." Priest slapped Whip's chest. "Good job."
"Nicole and the baby doing okay?" Whip turned toward the back door.
Two months ago, Priest's woman delivered at home with her parents by her side. A half dozen Tarkio members stood outside in support of Priest, who had at least three trucks ready in case he needed to get his old lady to the hospital. He'd never seen a man lose it the way Priest had when he held up the baby in the window for them all to see.
Little Rebecca and her momma had Priest wrapped around their fingers.
"Yeah, both are doing good. Nicole's folks left over the weekend." Priest opened the door. "It's nice to have the house back to ourselves."
He chuckled. "I bet."
"Are you hanging around Promise for a while?"
"I can."
"Keep an eye on Ringtail."
"Do you think there's more to those two women hanging around him?" His chest tightened, hating that one member could put the whole club at risk.
Priest stopped before stepping foot into the main room of the bar. "I don't know, but Ringtail's thirty years old. He doesn't believe Angie is involved with Cusclan. I don't want him doing something stupid."
"I'll watch him."
Priest dipped his chin and left the bar. Whip sat at the counter and signaled Jenna, one of the waitresses, at the tap. He had nothing better to do tonight.
He could either stay at Promise and enjoy a few drinks or go back to the clubhouse, where he called home, and have drinks with the members over there.
"You're in a mood, huh?" Jenna set a mug in front of him. "Nice and cold. You might want to put the glass against your cheek to stop any swelling."
"I'm good. Thanks." He swiveled on the stool and looked out at the room.
He had a feeling Ringtail's problems centered around Twyla. She'd probably gotten her sister involved with a Tarkio member to get information for her boyfriend.
Tomorrow, he'd know for sure what her connection was with the other motorcycle club. And, he'd personally escort her out of Missoula if he found out she was coming after Tarkio.
Chapter 5
Twyla
The breeze pushed the smoke from the campfire in Twyla's face. She stared at the flames until her eyes teared, or by chance, the smoke moved away from her. It'd taken her over an hour to hunt down dry branches in the woods for her to make the fire. She was going to enjoy every second of the heat before she admitted defeat.
She needed to go back to Angie's place and apologize.
After one night of sleeping in her car at the forestry road entrance, she knew another night would make her go insane. Between watching out for any jerk who pulled up, thinking someone had abandoned a car and the back seat of her vehicle, that was too small