They carried lumber.
Tools.
Food.
Seeds.
Paint.
Medical equipment.
One woman carried a framed photograph.
She handed it to Martha.
"What is this?"
"Your first day."
Martha looked at the picture.
It showed her standing beside the basement doors.
Seventy-nine riders behind her.
She stared at it for a long time.
"I didn't know anyone took this."
"We did."
Martha smiled.
Then she looked at the enormous crowd.
"What are all of you doing here?"
A man near the front called out:
"Returning the favor."
Martha shook her head.
"I didn't ask for this."
Dean stood beside her.
"We know."
She looked at him.
"Then why?"
Dean pointed toward the town.
"Because someone opened a door for us."
He looked at the hundreds of riders.
"Now we're opening doors for everyone else.
The rebuilding lasted three days.
The bikers repaired houses.
Cleared roads.
Rebuilt fences.
Restored the community center.
They helped elderly residents remove debris.
They brought generators to families still without electricity.
They repaired Martha's barn.
And they built something new.
A large wooden shelter.
At the entrance, they installed an old brass bell.
Martha stared at it.
"You didn't."
Dean smiled.
"Of course we did."
She touched the bell.
"What is this for?"
"In case the sky turns mean again."
Martha laughed.
"You think I'm going to ring it every time it rains?"
"No."
Dean pointed toward the shelter.