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

Violet ducked behind a stack of crates and waited. She was less than twenty yards away and was able to hear bits and pieces of conversation. Fortunately, it didn’t seem like she’d been seen, and she chanced one last look from out behind the crates. She was prepared for anything, even ready and willing to shoot Abernathy from where she stood.


“Boy!” Abernathy suddenly snapped. “Hop to it! I need my effects sorted now. And be careful with that there, it’s worth more than you are.”


That voice. That quiet, squeaky, young voice. It dropped Violet’s stomach like a rock into icy waters. Peering into the bungalows, she saw her worst fears come to light. A shock of red hair. Two tiny arms hoisting up a piece of luggage twice their size. And a face, smudged with dirt and freckles.


Click. Violet felt something cold and hard press into her lower back. Her body tensed up, and she stopped all movement, even her breath.


Chapter 176