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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 · 现代言情
分數不夠
189 Chs

Chapter 113

“We got some new degenerates, Mr. DeWitt,” said the sheriff. “Figured you’d wanna take a look-see before we send ‘em off to the chain gang, eh?”

Mr. DeWitt stepped forward and first peered into Linus and Sitting Bear’s cage. Violet noticed that they were about as tense as Mei. “Fine specimens, gentlemen.” His accent was strongly southern, and was a dialect Violet hadn’t heard since Georgia, though she doubted he was from there. “Do they speak English?”

“The gook does,” said Richard, gesturing at Mei. “Not sure about the Injun.”

“Well, no matter. I’ve dealt with brutes of his sort before.” His eyes trailed to Violet. He cocked a curious brow. “And this wildflower here, sir? Surely you don’t intend to put a girl on the tracks?”

“We got plenty a whore houses ready to take the bobcat,” Richard replied. “My guess is she might even be a virgin. She’d be worth money hand over fist at that rate.”