When an old flame from high school suddenly showed up in Key West, she arrived with a problem. A big problem. Bikers, drug dealers, and bad ass motorcycle gangs spelled out trouble in boldly printed capital letters. But when we discovered the depth of Ellen’s dilemma, what else could we do?
We saddled up and took a hard ride out on the thunder strip. The local wild boys became rabble rousers, glory stompers.
But the Iron Horsemen we went up against were born losers who traveled the road of death, and the reaper, well, he wore their colors. Those Key West misfits may have finally met their demise this time around, for the Iron Horsemen were true savages from hell. Depraved animals, Satan's angels, each and every one of them were hard as they come. Motor psycho killers on wheels. And death had no meaning to them. They truly were the damned.
But never count the glory stompers out before the last bullet flies, because those Key West misfits have nine lives, and sometimes crazy beats insane. This was going to be a nightmare bloodbath, one that couldn’t be won without a wild card. A whole pack of jokers stacked the deck, and an old friend, Duke Devlin, was dealing the final hand.
All we could do was play it as it laid, and those sleazy hell riders were about to meet the angry breed. Sometimes, even the reaper picks the wrong side.