Evans brought out the puppy. He was no longer a shivering, starved creature.
Though still small, he had gained weight, his coat was shiny, and his tail wagged
furiously as soon as he saw Jim.
Jim dropped to one knee, letting the puppy lick his bearded face. He clipped a
small, custom-made leather collar around the dog's neck. Embedded in the leather
was a tiny metal plate reading: Diesel - Iron Souls MC.
“You ready to go home, buddy?” Jim asked.
Outside, the club was waiting. Jim strapped a specially modified carrier to the
passenger seat of his cruiser and gently placed Diesel inside. The puppy popped his
head out, his ears flapping in the wind. As Big Jim fired up his engine, followed by
ninety-nine others, Diesel let out a happy, confident bark.
From that day on, Diesel never missed a ride. He became the official mascot of
the Iron Souls, riding thousands of miles across the country. The bikers, once feared
for their rough exterior, became legendary for their golden hearts. And as for Diesel,
the dog thrown away in a burlap sack, he lived out his days as the most loved,
protected, and spoiled pitbull on the open road.