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 Thorne, 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.

Turns out, I wasn’t just falling in love. Thanks to Evander, I ended up a married woman. And surprise—also part of another gang of thieves, the Golden Grifters.

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.