No Cages, No Chains

Wren Calloway rode into Copper Ridge to bury her brother and burn his club down. The Rust Saints had other plans. Cage swore an oath to protect him. Bishop let him ride out alone. Loom built the bike he died on. Three men, three lies, one charter that was about to be sold to a cartel — and a brother who died stopping it. Wren takes the spare room over the bar. Then the bar. Then all three of them. But taking a man to bed isn't taking him at his word, and the Saints still owe her a funeral she can live with. When the convoy comes up the mesa at dawn, Wren rides point. One of them takes a bullet meant for her. One of them burns the patch he's worn for twenty years. And one of them hands her keys to a bike built from her brother's ashes. No cages. No chains. No rules but the ones she writes.