Synopsis
I killed 37 people, buried my name, and married a cripple who runs a diner. My mother-in-law praised my knife skills—I hacked an onion to pieces to cover it up. Then outlaws smashed the place, and I put a blade to one's throat: "Is your boss still breathing?" That's how my husband learned I was Viper. But he'd been faking a bad leg for three years. The day they took me, he rode in with two guns: "They call me Two-Gun Jackal." Why did he really marry me?