Fzzt! Beer tab tops flipped across the room. The case of Bud that Lyon had brought was rapidly dwindling. Half a dozen pairs of hands reached into the case of beer, shook cans, ripped off tabs with a flourish, and spurted beer toward the ceiling. Beer spewed past his ear as someone cackled. Lyon sat on the edge of the pool table in the Krauts M.C. clubhouse. Wiff Stamen, wearing a sweat shirt with the legend “Feerlus Leader,” straddled a straight chair immediately in front of him. Fizz Nichols lay on his back with his head propped on a World War I German helmet and let beer trickle into his mouth. Other members of the club sat around the room in varying poses and degrees of hostility. It was the one in the corner whacking the tire chain into his palm whom Lyon found the most unsettling. “I want to write a fair article about you guys for the Sunday supplement,” Lyon said. “An article showing that a motorcycle club is interested in more than rape, plunder and pillage.” There was ominous silence from the group.
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