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The Railwalkers

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.<br><br>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.<br><br>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.<br><br>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.<br><br>They are Mei Wong, Linus Cooper, Sitting Bear, and Rory McNab. The infamous Railwalker gang.

Ruth Hanson · Urban
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189 Chs

Chapter 92

Moving quickly, they made for the hay car, slid the door open, and led their horses inside. It was cramped, certainly, and they had to rearrange a few large stacks to accommodate everyone, but eventually, all nine bodies were situated just as the train jerked itself to life. They kept the door open to encourage the breeze, put their feet up, and enjoyed their new luxury.

There was no means to start a fire on the train—obviously—so they ate up the rest of their dry and canned goods. Even with the plethora of supplies gained over their travels, they were running low. No doubt the run-in with Tiger did not help that fact. Still, Violet found no grudge in her heart for the Apache. She meant what she said; if only she could go home as easily as Tiger.