The Black Luck Weston Series
Orphaned by storm, raised in shadows, and branded by fate — Kit and Cale Weston never asked to walk the outlaw trail. But the West doesn’t care about want. From dust-choked Oklahoma prairies to the lawless saloons of Texas, every choice carves them deeper into a world of guns, lies, and blood.
Haunted by the Silver Ghosts, betrayed by love, hunted by the law, the twins fight to survive a land that would rather see them hang. Some call it bad luck. Others call it destiny. Out here, it’s just the price of being a Weston.
The Black Luck Westons Trail is a sweeping saga of crime, betrayal, and survival in the American frontier — where legends are forged in blood and dust, and not all outlaws live long enough to tell their tale.
In 1874, a storm stole everything from Kit and Cale Weston — their parents, their home, their childhood. Orphans on the prairie, they are taken in by Jesse and Sabrina Mercer, who run a ranch for wayward children and teens. But behind the Mercers’ respectable front lies a darker plan.
Jesse sees potential in six of them — Jacob Calder, Logan Wilson, Sophie Ellis, Gino Manrique, and the Weston twins — a band of orphans hardened by loss, tempered by hunger, and willing to do what others won’t. He trains them not as ranch hands, but as thieves. Together, they become the Silver Ghosts, a gang as cunning as they are dangerous.
But greed has a way of poisoning even the closest of bonds. When two of the Ghosts turn against the others, loyalty shatters, and blood stains the prairie dust.
Silver Ghosts begins The Black Luck Westons Trail — a sweeping saga of orphans forged into outlaws, where family is a weapon, betrayal rides close behind, and legends are born in dust and gunpowder.
I wasn’t born an outlaw. I was trained into one.
Cale and I were just kids when the Silver Ghosts taught us how to pick a pocket, pull a trigger, and lie with a straight face. By the time we killed Silas Quinn defending Uncle Will, innocence wasn’t even a word in my vocabulary.
So I ran.
San Francisco was supposed to be my fresh start—new name, new life, no blood on my boots. Katherine Thorn, respectable lady. That lasted about five minutes. Then Evander Poe showed up, smooth as whiskey and twice as dangerous, and I went and did the stupid thing—I fell for him.
Now Evander’s dead, and all I got for my trouble was a broken heart, another wanted poster, and the pleasure of being hunted by half the West. Deputies Jacob Calder and Gino Manrique are breathing down my neck, and there’s a bounty hunter named Boone dogging my trail—though I know it’s Logan Wilson under that ridiculous alias.
And Evander? For a husband I didn’t even know I had, he sure turned out to be lousy at the job.
I don’t know how this ride ends, but I’m done playing the helpless runaway. If the world insists on calling me an outlaw, then fine—this time, I’ll make sure I earn the title.
Kit Weston isn’t ready to stop running.
With her twin Cale and the ever-charming Logan Wilson, she’s been conning California’s greediest politicians and land barons under a set of ridiculous fake names. Logan calls himself Gent Stokes, Cale is Dusty Jack, and Kit — thanks to Logan’s twisted sense of humor — is stuck with Short Stack, a disguise she despises.
Kit has one year to prove she can behave — but trouble has always been her favorite pastime, and no badge, no husband, and no lawman’s warning has ever been enough to stop her.