I'm a fun-loving guy. I tend to get my pickle stuck where it doesn't need to be, but I've learned to live with that. Since my sister passed away, I have calmed down and became more serious, but I have always had that wild streak in me. I just learned to contain it a bit. I've gotten my ass kicked more times than I can count by guys thinking I'm getting with their sister. Problem is, there's always been just one girl I wanted to really be with. That girl is Gwen Moretti. Now, her father and brothers have chased me off a lot of times, but Gwen's my best friend. We've gotten into a lot of trouble together and I wouldn't change that for the world. She's definitely the wilder one out of us two, but I'm not much better. I think it's because there have been times that I've reeled her in on a couple of her rambunctious ideas because I was scared she was going to really get hurt, but other than that, I've just went along with it.

There aren't a lot of very important people to me anymore, but the ones that are can be considered my world. My brother-in-law, nephew, and Gwen are the top three on that list. Mess with any of them, and I'll act before thinking and bust every last tooth out of your mouth before ripping your arms off and beating you with them afterward. Point is, I'll teach you not to screw with my family and friends. Yeah, I've gotten arrested a couple of times because of fighting, but I'd do it again in a heartbeat if it means my family and friends are safe.

Born and raised in Big Sky, Montana to a ranching family. Ranching's been in my blood for a few generations and I'm the first one to stray from the path and into more of a freestyle life. I'm the youngest of two; my older sister, Helen, died from a horse accident a decade ago. And that really made me stray away from ranching.

I love horses and the space living in the country gives, but other than that, I would rather do my own thing and not deal with it. However, since my sister married her high school sweetheart, I've been roped into the life again, unable to say no to her. If I really thought about it, I wouldn't want to say no anyway because I am completely loyal to my brother-in-law, especially now that my sister unexpectedly passed away. My loyalty should be known no matter where I go, and it's also gotten me into a little bit of trouble over the years.

I'm getting a little ahead of myself though. Let me back up just a bit. Growing up was fun on the ranch. I had a lot of fun playing around the horses and everything that come with ranch life. My sister was my first best friend. She loved having me around and was always there to teach me things. Things were great and when I was about 4 years old, my dad got me a mini bike. My sister had one too, but she didn't really like it as much as I loved mine. I couldn't be kept off of it. I think my dad was happy when I graduated to a dirt bike though because then he would send me over to the Deveraux to the dirt track they had so I'd stop tearing up the pastures.

Motocross was another thing that I was able to definitely get energy out. I was absolutely fearless when it came to Motocross. I was the one catching more air than anyone else really and didn't let up when it came to racing. I won most of the races I was in, but of course, the ones I didn't win was because I wiped out on catching a lot of air time. Of course, I've had broken bones and things, but as rambunctious as I was, it wasn't a surprise to anyone that I'd end up hurt at times.

School was another story though, I really hated school. I think the only reason why I passed my grades was because my best friend, Gwen Moretti, would have left me behind in school if I didn't pass. I didn't want that at all. She was the only one that was crazy like I was. Well, honestly, she probably was a little more crazy than I was. That didn't stop me though. I was always up for whatever crazy idea she had and was often caught in the act doing those things. Of course, I was always to blame, and I didn't care if I was or not.

Over the years, I got used to being pretty much spoiled by her mom just to turn around and run for the hills, so to speak, when her father and brothers came around. They never liked me, well, not being around Gwen at least, because they always blamed me for getting her into trouble. That wasn't the truth, really, it was usually her plan that we were going with, but I wasn't going to tell them that.

In junior high, my parents thought sports would be a good way to keep me on the straight and narrow. I didn't really like any of the sports, but I at least tried them. I preferred being on my dirt bike, tearing up a Motocross track, or just having fun with Gwen. When Gwen had a game because she did sports, I was there cheering her on, and also getting chased off by her brothers and father if I was being too enthusiastic for her. Honestly, I think they actually do really like me, but I know they won't admit that.

Junior high is when Gwen and I finally started to date. Well, for the first time. She was my date to every dance that the school put on. When we were freshmen in high school, that's when we had our first real kiss. She actually kissed me and I was definitely gone after that. I knew she was the one for me and I was happy to take whatever her father and brothers threw at me. Still though, our relationship stayed off and on and pretty much on the downlow when it came to her father and brothers knowing.

High school was another thing. I really didn't do sports too much, unless it was Motocross still. To make it even better, Gwen was always there too. When we could, we'd spend those moments making out. It was a complete surprise when one of those make out sessions got really hot and heavy though and we still weren't interrupted. Before we knew it, we had our first time together. Woody and Python were on a run somewhere with the club and Cris miracuously didn't interrupt us. After that, I knew there was no way I was going to ever want another girl in my life.

My senior year, I turned 18 and prospected to the club. My brother-in-law Cord sponsored me, but I swear Woody and Python made it even harder for me. I had to pretty much ignore Gwen when she'd drop by the clubhouse because Woody and Python would defintiely make my life even harder with prospecting. Cord didn't do much to help since he figured it was all about prospecting. Prospects got the shit end of the stick usually anyway, so it really wasn't out of the ordinary. Still though, she was worth everything when I did get shit for looking at her too long or even telling her hi at the clubhouse without thinking her brothers were there.

After graduation and my year was finally up with prospecting, I patched in fully to the club. The shit jobs went to the new prospects, but I knew I was still being watched. I would do what I needed to do. Our relationship definitely was complicated, but I wasn't going to let her go that easily. I was there, even though Woody, Python, and Cris were still watching us like hawks when her parents died when they went on a trip for their anniversary. The entire club really was there, but I made sure to keep my eye on Gwen to make sure she was alright. Her brothers would've just told me to get lost if I tried to express my condolences to them anyway, but not Gwen. When I could sneak up to her and give her that hug and express my condolences to her, I made sure to let her know that I would be there for her no matter what.

My own mother passed away a few years after that. She just got sick one day and never recovered from it and died. They said it was of natural causes, but I guess that's what they call anything that isn't medically explained? My dad took it pretty hard, but he pushed on, not wanting to seem like he lost it in front of his son at least. I respect him for that, but also know that if he did break down, it just made him human. Instead, I knew he broke down in private.

Gwen and I, though, made things work in our own way until about five years ago when she just went to Canada one day to live with friends. She kept in touch every once in a while shooting me a text or even rarer yet an actual phone call. I've asked her numerous times when she planned on coming back to Big Sky, but she wouldn't ever tell me. It seemed like she wasn't telling me something every time I'd talk to her, but I didn't push.

Recently though, I got a weird text from Gwen and then a phone call. I could tell she was drunk so I wasn't sure exactly what she was going on about, but this time I got her to tell me where she was exactly. I didn't say anything to anyone, thinking she really needed my help in the state she was in. I'm sure when her brothers found out I was gone, they'd be pissed off, but I didn't even tell my brother-in-law, Cord. I just knew that Gwen wasn't acting like Gwen, so I wanted to make sure she was alright in person.

Pulling up to the house she gave me the address for, I shut my bike off, taking my time to remove my helmet and gloves as I survey the neighborhood. It was a great neighborhood. Then again, she finally told me who she as staying with, friends we had from high school. Finally, I walked up to the door and knocked on it. I hoped she was alright and she'd be happy to see me there.