Out West chapter 6

Chayo, from the moment she met him, knew Coyote was Hispanic. And if the current music he was dancing too was a clue, he was Colombian. Or at least a fan of Joe Arroyo and Orchestra Guayacan.

She certainly hadn't expected salsa and cumbia music, but it had started after several classic rock songs and ballads. When it did, Coyote, Cricket, several of the Mayans, and some of the women hit the dance floor.

Meanwhile Palma was with several Mayans from Carson City, rolling joints in between jokes and tequila.

"How'd it play out?" asked Mariposa as she handed Chayo a Corona beer.

"I enjoyed it just as much as they did," she remarked, eyes never leaving Cricket, who eagerly pressed her body close to Coyote's whenever he pulled her close.

With the cool beer cascading down her throat, Chayo felt herself get turned on as she watched Coyote's hands on Cricket's body.

"I know you run hot almost every minute of the day, Chayo, but do you really think she's going to ask you for another one so soon?"

"Well, someone is about to have themselves a three way," Chayo said, nodding towards the SAMVEN VP, who had two of Jury's girls by his side. "He's got some nerve to act like that, knowing Cricket could see it all."

Mariposa scoffed, "We're not here to start a fight."

Just then, the music changed to a slow dance number. Cricket and Coyote made their way to the bar for a post-dance drink while everyone else spread out across the room.

"Why don't we put on a show of our own?" Mariposa asked, taking Chayo's hand in hers and leading her to the dance floor.

"Well look who it is. Never pegged a Son who could cut a rug like that."

Coyote and Cricket turned around to see Tig and Olivia standing next to them. To the latter, they were strangers. To the former, he recognized them right away.

"Is this your lady friend from Bakersfield?"

"She's more than a friend, Olivia." Coyote said with a grin.

Olivia smiled warmly and said, "I'm glad to hear that."

Coyote quickly made the introductions, "Cricket, this is Tig, the Sergeant for SAMCRO, and his Old Lady, Olivia. This is Cricket, my girlfriend, and a member of the Hell Cats Motorcycle Club."

"Oh really? I didn't know there were all female clubs," Olivia commented.

"There aren't a lot," replied Cricket, shaking her head.

Tig noticed the fading shiners and asked, "What'd you do to earn those?"

Before Coyote could answer, another voice cut in, "He was banging my daughter and both of them kept me in the dark about it."

The four of them turned their attention to Rodrigo Perez, who shared a nod of acknowledgement with Tig. Looking right at Cricket and Coyote, Rodrigo asked, "Have you spoken about our agreement and your relationship?"

"Yes, we did, Dad," Cricket replied, wrapping her arm around Coyote's, "He's a good man, and I love him."

Coyote looked to Rodrigo and said, "I love her, sir, and I trust her with everything."

"Everything?"

"Yes, sir. Everything," he replied.

Cricket then said, "Silence is golden, but duct tape is silver. You taught me that when I was a kid."

Rodrigo looked at Coyote's face without any contrition. "My daughter says your are a good man. How long you'll stay that way, only time can tell." Rodrigo said firmly, turning his back to Coyote as he walked back to his dates.

Sensing the underlying anger growing between the couple in front of them, Tig spoke up, "He's never going to apologize for punching you any more than you will apologize for loving each other. If any guy did that with either of my daughters, I would have the same or worse."

Chayo and Mariposa approached them, arm in arm. "Are you alright, Cricket?"

Cricket looked at her MC sisters for a moment before grabbing Coyote by the collar of his kutte, pulling him to her level and kissed him. Once she let him go, Cricket took Chayo and Coyote by the hand and led them to a vacated armchair.

Tig and Olivia smirked. "She's a lively one, isn't she?" The latter remarked.

"If she's going to do what I'm thinking about, Coyote's a lucky..."

The party was interrupted by a loud explosion from outside.

Everyone hit the floor while reaching inside their kuttes, pulling out firearms.

"Are the Prospects still outside?" Coyote asked Cricket.

"God willing, they weren't anywhere near the blast." Cricket said.

With all guns drawn and everyone on alert. Tig, Jury, the Mayan Sergeant at arms and Rodrigo approached the door in time to hear a noise from behind.

"Don't shoot! It's us."

The Prospects from the Sons, Mayans and Hell Cats had come in through the back. Since nobody had noticed, they were promptly greeted by the business end of a lot of guns.

"The hell happened?!" demanded Jury.

"I don't know!" declared Juice.

"One minute we were putting away the fuel tankers, the next the bikes blew to smithereens," explained Carolina, who nodded to Elma as well.

"Did you see what was out there?" asked Rodrigo.

The three Prospects shook their heads. "Whoever it is, they know where we are."

Tig was quiet a minute before he said, "We should be glad you came in through the back. We could have walked into a firing squad."

"What does that mean?"

"It means we ought to pray someone out there comes by. If that happens, whoever set the blast will have to fall back." Tig reasoned.

As the members of the four clubs tried to decide what their next step was, Rodrigo pulled out his burner, and started a now familiar number.

Felix Garcia was about to tell his driver to take a left, when his burner rang.

As he pulled it out, he recognized the number, and answered with, "Rodrigo? What is it?"

"We're under attack Indian Hills. The Devil's Tribe clubhouse just got ambushed."

He leaned forward in his seat and asked, "Is everyone alive?"

"Only casualties are the bikes. We need backup right no..."

Without warning, the sound of machine gun fire echoed over the phone-line before it went dead.

"Shit," Felix hanged up and dialed a number only he knew.

"We have a code red. Get to Indian Hills now. Sweep the area. I want the assailants taken alive."

Hanging up, he said to his driver, "Get me to Jose Galindo immediately."

In Charming, Clay was just closing up the garage when the office telephone rang. Despite being in a small town, work had left him tired. This meant customer service was down a quart as he barked in to the phone, "We're closed. Call back tomorrow when we open up at 8."

"Clay, it's the Sandman from Nevada. We have to talk."

"Then talk, Garcia."

"Not on this line. Get to a burner."

"A what?"

"Your cell phone, Morrow."

Clay grumbled before giving him the number and hanging up. Moments later, his cell phone rang. "What's the big deal?"

"The Devil's Tribe got hit tonight. There were three other clubs there. I don't know all the details, but I do know one of your charters was present."

"What the fuck!? How long ago did it happen?"

"An hour ago. And as bad as it sounds, do nothing until dawn. If you or the Alvarez siblings don't hear from me by then, you may proceed."

"What do you expect me to do? Stand on the side with my arms crossed?" Clay growled before he realized something. "Tig? Is he still breathing?"

"I don't know," was the last thing Felix said before he hung up.

A/n: Sorry for the delay in any action or violence. It took a while to get there.