But Meemaw’s voice calls out first from her bedroom, “They sure are. They're cousins. Waylon’s mother and Colin's father were sister and brother. The Fairgoods have been bikers since after World War II, you know. And Colin’s brother, Dixon, and their cousin, Mason—he’s the son of the other Fairgood brother—they’re the ones who helped Waylon buy this big patch of land after what happened with their club.”

“What happened to their club?” I ask, turning to look over my shoulder at Meemaw’s closed but apparently very thin door. I knew about Dixon, who’d legally changed his name to Woods Mello, from the Medical Reinvention docu-drama. But this wasn’t a detail they’d covered on the show.

“Oh well, that other club didn't truck much with Blacks, which became a problem when Dixon fell in love with that girl from that one show about rap stars and their families. I don't watch it myself. I'm more of a Devil Riders kind of woman. But anyway, after Dixon decided he was all done with that, the feds raided their compound in Tennessee.”

“And I guess Dixon felt some sorta way about how the Fairgood brothers had treated the Fairgood sisters because he gave everything the feds didn’t take to their Fairgood cousins, Waylon and Hades. And Waylon and Hades used that investment to make the Ruthless Reapers bigger and better.”

Forget my pancakes. I’m all the way turned around in the chair now. “Wait, wait, wait—Waylon and Hades are really brothers? I thought they were just calling each other that.”

“Cousins, actually, on their mothers’ side. The Fairgood sisters weren’t so discriminatory against the other races—that’s why they got disavowed by the Fairgood brothers. They didn’t like it too much when Waylon’s mom got knocked up by a Hispanic. But you know, the younger generation fixed all of that. And after they all made up, Waylon found this big patch of land and bought it for our club. That’s why we’re all living here today.”

I glance out the front window at the rest of the RV Park with new eyes. “So, this is like, some kind of Ruthless Reapers trailer park town?”

“Not exactly.” Meemaw finally gives up the charade and opens the bedroom door she was probably standing behind with her ear cupped the entire time. “The Ruthless Reapers have a compound on the north side of the woods. But Waylon owns all this land for miles and miles, so when he said he was starting the town, a lot of us came over and joined him. Older people like me, the club doctor, and of course, a few of the Reapers with wives and kids who were looking to settle down someplace not so noisy and rowdy.”

“So, this is a town for people who no longer want to be Reapers?” I ask.