They laughed at him, calling him a “fat farmer” — until his shirt rode up, revealing a tattoo that froze every biker in stunned silence
Morning at the Market Dawn had barely cleared the jagged peaks of the Montana Rockies when James Cooper’s Ford F-250 rolled into the gravel lot at Eagle’s Rest Farmers’ Market. …
They laughed at him, calling him a “fat farmer” — until his shirt rode up, revealing a tattoo that froze every biker in stunned silence Read More