Daryl scowled as he followed Merle towards their parked vehicles, carrying his load of their shit. Throwing it in the back of Daryl's pickup, Merle headed over and straddled his bike. "We'll hit up Lambert's place and then go see about a few pussies who owe me a favor. The shit I heard ain't going down right."
Jumping up and getting it cranked , Merle revved his bike, loving the sound of the roar in the engine.
Slamming the door on his truck, one turn of the ignition and his own baby purred to life. Daryl pressed the gas down, revving the 1980 Dodge Cummins' engine to get it going. Both men laughed at the sounds their rides made. The little joys get the brothers going.
Looking through his back window, he made sure there was nothing loose to fly out and the meat was strapped down. He followed Merle out of the parking way and down the long drive through the land till they hit a side road.
He looked through the window and watched the derelict cabin with their crushed father fade into the background. The tight clenching of his gut loosened up as he saw Merle's head pull back and he laughed again. A smirk passed his lips for a moment before he gazed ahead, following his brother like he's done all his life.