But another parent, whose husband had served overseas, felt something different stir in his chest. He recognized the posture — the deliberate kneel. It wasn’t submission. It was respect.
Duke slowly reached into the inside pocket of his leather vest. Deputy Ellis stiffened again, hand tightening near his belt.
Duke pulled out a small wooden box.
He opened it carefully.
Inside was a folded American flag patch and a pair of worn leather riding gloves — cracked at the knuckles, the kind that had gripped handlebars for years.
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