Stone took a sip of his coffee. He looked over the sea of faces—men he had bled with, men he had led, men who had driven through the night simply because he had picked up the phone. Then, his eyes found Harrington, who was standing frozen by his cruiser.

Stone didn't yell. He didn't need to. He simply pointed a single, scarred finger at the deputy, and then motioned toward the ground at his feet.

Harrington swallowed hard. His knees felt weak. Every survival instinct he had screamed at him to run, but the collective stare of six hundred heavily armed outlaws pinned him in place. Slowly, humiliatingly, Harrington walked forward. The crowd of bikers parted just enough to let him through, their eyes boring holes into his soul.

When Harrington finally reached the porch of the tavern, he looked up at Stone. The arrogance was entirely gone, replaced by the pale, shaking realization of exactly who he had been harassing.

"You said you'd board my doors up, Deputy," Stone said, his voice even and calm.

"I..." Harrington stammered, his eyes darting to Mac, who was staring at him with murderous intent. "I was just doing my job."

"Your job is to protect this town," Stone replied. "My bar is part of this town. I serve good coffee, I pay my taxes, and I keep the peace. You brought your garbage through my doors. I'm telling you now, to take it out."

Harrington nodded frantically. "Yes, sir. I understand."

"Good." Stone took another sip of his coffee. "Now get off my property."

Harrington turned and practically ran back to his cruiser, the tires squealing as he threw it into drive and sped away toward the station. He would put in for a transfer the very next morning.

Mac looked at Stone and clapped a massive hand on the old man's shoulder. "You've gone soft in your old age, Walker."

Stone allowed a rare, genuine smile to break through the deep lines on his face. He looked at the framed vest through the window, then back at his brothers.

"Not soft, Mac," Stone said, turning back toward the tavern doors. "Just done fighting. Now come on inside. First round of coffee is on the house."