Bernard Setaro Clark
Master Sergeant Roman Keane is six hours and one last salute from retirement. After twenty-three years and three combat tours with the 75th Ranger Regiment, he’s got a Silver Star, a titanium knee and a plan to see America on his Road King motorcycle. No more patrols, no more firefights. Nothing more dangerous than passing the old work van rumbling along in front of him as he rides toward Hunter-Stewart and the sunset of his ...
Roman Keane has been in the saddle for the last four months, exploring America from his Road King. He was looking forward to getting home when a couple of old friends asked him for a favor. Would he help them deliver a collection of vintage motorcycles? No problem, he said. He didn’t even give it a second thought, until it nearly got them all killed. Now they’re in deep trouble, and before it’s over Roman ...
On the phone Hugh had said, “I’ve got something you have to see to believe. Get yourself out here.” One year after retiring as a Master Sergeant in the 75th Rangers, this was Roman Keane’s idea of the perfect way to spend his time: jump on a motorcycle and ride from Georgia to South Dakota to see his old friend, Hugh Early. Hugh had once been Roman’s sniper instructor and was now an internationally respected ...