During a long desert ride, a biker club leader stopped at a quiet roadside diner in Arizona — but his attention shifted when he noticed the waitress subtly trying to hide a dark bruise on her arm. When he gently spoke to the nervous server, he realized something even more disturbing: everyone in the room seemed to be pretending not to notice what was really happening.
Heat sat over Dry Creek, Arizona, like a heavy hand that refused to lift. It was the kind of heat…