On my way home, I stopped by the jail and got a receipt for Henry Tuttle from the marshal; I would drop by the courthouse and collect my money when I ...could get to Trinity.I had no appointments scheduled for Monday, so I dressed as Jake and rode to a town that he had never before visited. I'd had so much fun visiting those saloons in my search for the damyankee murderers that I thought that I would continue to do the same thing and look for men on my wanted list.I had visited Princeton a couple. ..that thug Paul Zabinsky from theATF mentioned them when he was questioning me. They're an all girl MC outof Nevada I think; but they're a Riding Club right?" Cassie flicked openthe file.A Riding Motorcycle Club is not really that different to an OutlawMotorcycle Club in how it operates except for the obvious; they do not getinvolved in illegal activities. Some OMCs have Riding Clubs affiliatedwith them so they can carry out legitimate business through them but lawenforcement soon figures. This was not well taken and they were again ordered to divest themselves of their garments. This demand delivered in a threatening and most unkind tone.All hesitatingly and with the slowest of compliance began to undress. Four black robed males and a black robed female required this indignity. Ms Purity sneaked a glance at Reginald who was mainly watching the unfolding of the scene before him, a somewhat hopeful look on his young face, Purity thought.She was about to admonish him to look the. Standing directly in front of me was a man/boy. He couldn't have been older than twenty-two years old, the tell-tale black Sharpie circle on the pulse point of his right wrist indicating he was old enough to drink. His wide shoulders, clothed in a fitted black t-shirt, gave way to toned arms. A strong-looking hand with long, well-shaped fingers came up to massage the back of his exposed neck. Down below, narrow hips in dark-wash, loose-fitting jeans completed the bodily ensemble. Tousled,.