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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 164

With a sickening “bang!” blood sprayed into the air and splattered against the wood grain of Mills’s desk. The bullet, at point blank range, tore through the right side of Mills’s throat. Most of his neck was intact, and therefore, he remained alive. But he was stunned, winded, and careened into the floor with a clatter. The wound may not have been an instant kill, but there would be no surviving the blood loss. Mills was as good as dead.

Violet lowered her gun. She glared down at Mills, who clutched his pulsating wound with slippery hands. More and more blood, seemingly by the gallon, flooded his tawny suit and pooled to the floor.