Ruth Hanson

America, 1887. In a country healing from the horrors of the Civil War, the American West has never been more treacherous. Evil men do as they please, and the often faulty and corrupt justice system does little to nothing to help their victims. Enter the Railwalkers. Bandits whose only goal is to punish those whom the law has allowed to walk free. Some think they're an 28 legend, meant to scare would-be criminals into submission. Some see them as no different than the murderers they kill, while to others, they are angels of mercy. To Violet Donovan, they are family. Growing up as the sole heiress to the sizable Donovan estate, Violet's place of privilege allowed her wild spirit to flourish. Despite the pressures of her sex -- find a husband, stay pretty, have children, be subservient, don't speak out of line -- Violet is passionate, loud, stubborn, and untamed. However, at the ripe, marriageable age of twenty, Violet faces the fact that she may have to give in to her mother's wishes and marry mean, ugly Eustace Carpenter, the only other family name in their little town with comparable worth. But Violet's life changes forever when she is saved from an attacker by a strange woman. A woman who, like Violet, doesn't exactly fit the mold. Unfortunately Violet gets mixed up in a murder charge and has to leave everything she knows for a life on the run from the law. Through divine intervention, she and the woman cross paths again, and Violet comes to know her and her comrades. They are Mei Wong, Linus Cooper, Sitting Bear, and Rory McNab. The infamous Railwalker gang.

The Railwalkers

Both Victor and Rory were asleep in bed. Victor was wrapped up in his own blanket on top of the comforter, while Rory was tucked away comfortably against the pillows. Violet walked to Rory’s bedside. She knelt down. “Rory…” she breathed.


Rory’s eyelids shifted, and he blinked awake. “Whassit…? S’it breakfast?”


“No, Rory, it isn’t breakfast.” Violet tried to swallow the knot in her throat, but it was nearly impossible. “Rory we…we have to go.”


“Oh.” Rory yawned and sat up, rubbing his tired eye. “We can’t have no breakfast before we go?”


“That’s not…” Violet’s heart cracked. “No. Wehave to go. And you…you gotta stay right here, Rory.” Beside him, Victor shifted awake, but remained still. “Can you do that for us? You gotta stay safe.”


Rory stared, dumbfounded. “Stay safe…” he repeated. His ginger brows furrowed over his freckled nose. “Wait. What…You want me to stay?”


“Yes, Rory. We needyou to stay here.”


Chapter 157