Bikers Stories
My Son Came Home From the County Fair With a Busted Lip
My son came home from the county fair with a busted lip. Three boys jumped…
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Bikers Stories
The Marshal in the Third Row Knew My Son’s Case Number
My son's killer walks free in an hour. A biker I've never seen took the…
Bikers Stories
The Man at the Diner Told My Ex-Husband Not to Move
My son Cole stopped eating lunch three weeks ago. This Sunday, a biker walked into…
Bikers Stories
The Truck Outside Family Court Had a Cracked Taillight
My nine-year-old client had six bikers waiting outside the courthouse. She wouldn't walk through the…
Bikers Stories
Thirty Bikers Were Waiting Outside My Daughter’s Court Hearing
My daughter stopped talking two weeks before her court date. Then thirty bikers walked into…
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I Put My Phone on the Counter at Ruby’s Diner
My son begged me not to make him go to the county fair. I found…
Bikers Stories
The Motorcycles Arrived Before the Custody Hearing
My foster daughter has been scared of court for three weeks. This morning ELEVEN MOTORCYCLES…
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My Niece Whispered About the Game They Played in His Truck
My niece Harper said something at pickup that stopped me cold. "Uncle Danny said not…
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The Phone Doug Kept in His Truck
My six-year-old niece flinched when her stepdad walked into the room. Then she whispered the…
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My Niece Asked Me About the “Quiet Game” at Thanksgiving
My niece pulled me aside at Thanksgiving and asked me something strange. She wanted to…
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The Bikers Were Waiting Outside the Courthouse for the Child I Was Defending
I've spent eight months fighting for a girl named Bailey. This morning twelve bikers surrounded…
Bikers Stories
Ray’s Brother Smiled at Me on the Courthouse Steps
"STAY BEHIND ME." The biker's voice doesn't shake, and he's got his body angled between…