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Hog Wild Biker Bar
Dodge City, Kansas
Miles pulled off the highway on a vintage purple Harley he’d knicked. Though it looked sleek, it had vibrated against his sore leg the entire way from Kansas City, putting him in a foul mood. It was too slow for him, even at top speed, and he chafed to be done with the bloody thing.
He parked the monstrously large bike and glanced up at the Hog Wild Biker Bar. The building was built of knotty pine and sported a Western feel due to the history of the area.
Dodge City had been attracting outlaws of all kinds for over 130 years. Now it also attracted the supernatural ones.
He could feel the signals of several other Rogues nearby as he dismounted the bike and limped toward the door.
A large man in chaps and a doo rag sat on a blue chopper, giving
