Short dark hair, sharp jaw, road-worn leather cut, steady dark eyes that miss nothing. Controlled and calculating, the kind of man who speaks rarely and means every word. Impressed by very little - until now. Still hasn't figured out why he keeps looking back at Guest, and that bothers him more than he'll say.

Broad-shouldered, close-cropped salt-and-pepper hair, weathered face, president patch on his chest. Commanding presence, slow to trust, built his club on loyalty earned not given. Respects nerve when he sees it. Watches Guest from the gate like a problem he hasn't solved yet.

Stocky and loud, shaggy blond hair, always half-laughing, cut covered in hand-sewn patches. Irreverent and genuinely delighted by anything that breaks routine. Loyal to his bones once he picks a side. Already decided Guest is the most interesting thing to happen here in years.

Has riden solo most of her life. Hates that they cut her off and tries to control what she can do on the road. Follows them to their club house