Rear facing yards with the cyanide dogs protecting the trash heaps is where they always put the fringes of society.
They always are. The villain is usually the suspect of a killin. Because the villain is The Man of the village. The one that puts everyone to work, the one you pledge your service to. The one that pays all the paisans who work the pais with their patois. And the one who foots the bills when the bailiff comes to your bailywick. And after you've cursed him once you've loved him two times. He isnt the mayor, he isnt the chief, he isnt the cop or the justice of peace. He's the man with the plan and the money to spare. Because he's the villain of the story, and its creator to boot. The runner of industry who doesn't have care. You free man son and you have the villain to thank.
When a leather jacket gets too close to the fire, the fringes are the first to burn off. Not everyone gets to live long and prosper, when you are making hells angels. Sucks for the fringes that they dont make the cut. Specially if they don't orderly chew the cud. Because not everyone who rides gets to wear the cut.
"They're greedy, misogynistic, untrustworthy little trolls, and I wouldn't turn my back on one of them for a second." "Neither would I. But once you accept that, you'll find they can be a lot of fun."