Chapter ONE - Weebly

The cooper glanced doubtfully at the bottle. “I
didn’t think I was using a lot.”
Ethan closed his eyes briefly and shook his head.
“I’m sure you weren’t. Just … keep doing what you
were doing. I’ll keep my mouth—” He winced again as
Henry touched the spirit-soaked cloth to another spot
on his temple. “—closed.”
Henry grimaced again. “Ya want me t’ stop?”
Ethan stared at him briefly before picking up the
bottle, pulling out the cork, and gulping down a
mouthful. It burned, but it tasted good. “Don’t stop.”
The cooper nodded his approval, a toothless grin on
his face, and went back to work.
When at last Henry had finished, Ethan had to admit
that he felt somewhat better. He stood stiffly, and began
to pull off his waistcoat and shirt.
“Ya should rest,” the cooper said.
“I can’t. I have to pay a visit to Beacon Street.”
“Beacon Street!” Henry repeated. “Who d’ya know
there?”
“I have a meeting with Abner Berson.”
The cooper’s mouth dropped open and he shook