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

“I let you run once,” he seethed. “Because I ain’t no butcher. If I was gonna shootchya, it was gonna be a fair fight!” His finger rested on the trigger, but just when Violet thought she was finally destined to meet her bullet, Hearst’s gaze jumped past her, and out the window. Confusion hit his face. “What…?” A bullet hit his shoulder. With a shout of pain, Hearst flung from Violet, and slammed against the door to the engine room.


Mei stood, her bandanna knocked off her face, and her eyes wide with rage. She slammed two fresh slugs into her Winchester and cocked it. “You get your hands off of my wife.” She held up her gun, ready to end Hearst for good, when Hearst did something completely out of the blue. He held out his hand, begging for Mei to halt.


“Stop!” he pleaded. “Stop, wait!” Something about his tone stalled the pair of them, and Mei narrowed her eyes. Nursing his injured shoulder, Hearst propped his sweaty body up against the door frame. “We…we shoulda…why didn’t we?”


Chapter 185