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As the sun went down, the group moved from the desert gathering spot to the Devil's Wraith clubhouse, a big, fortified compound on the outskirts of town. The energy shifted as we pulled in, and women who I soon discovered belonged to some of the guys arrived.
They arrived in small groups, laughing and conversing as if they had known each other for years, which I guessed they did—wives, fiancées, and girlfriends.
Unlike the men, who were riding bikes, the women arrived in cars and SUVs, dressed in casual jeans and dresses instead of the all-black attire worn by the men. Their laughter was sharp and familiar as they exchanged hugs and cheek kisses.
When they saw Kayde, several of them smiled and approached him. He returned the greetings with a nod and a few words, but his arm never
