Croft & Wesson

Enter the wizard duo of Croft and Wesson. That’s Professor Everson Croft, the bookish spellcaster from New York City, and James Wesson, the smooth-talking, skirt-chasing, wannabe cowboy. Confronted with everything from resurrected outlaws to ancient evils, two mages are better than one, right? Sure, if they can stop butting heads long enough to solve a case. And maybe—just maybe—not blow Grimstone off the map.

When my magical order assigns me to Grimstone, Colorado, on a case, I’m in no hurry to pack my staff and spell books. The outlaw county is a far cry from my academic calling in New York City. And I’m being paired with junior wizard James Wesson. A brash hustler and wannabe cowboy, he’s exactly why I prefer working alone.

Four Grimstone teens are dead, the life seemingly vacuumed from their withered bodies. The lone clue, a magic residue in their blood. Convinced it’s the work of a supernatural drug, Sheriff Jackson entrusts the case to us while she’s away. I just need to keep my junior partner in line.

A blood-thirsty being is on the rise, resurrecting Old West outlaws. But who is this El Diablo? All evidence points to an eccentric billionaire whose estate lies just outside our jurisdictional reach. Worse, an old-school sheriff seems determined to keep it that way. As menaces teeter into full-blown madness, I’m counting on James to ramp up his smarts and spell-casting. Success will mean the end of the Croft and Wesson era, but failure could condemn all of Grimstone to a hellish oblivion.