Chapter ONE - Weebly

a solid home befitting one of the most important men in
the thirteen colonies.
But in a single night, it had been laid waste. Every
window across the front of the house, twenty in all, had
been completely shattered. The door had been
destroyed, as if by axes, and parts of the roof had been
torn away, as had the cupola. The garden fence had
been torn down, and all the trees in the yard pulled over
or hacked down. Personal effects belonging to the
lieutenant governor and his family littered the yard and
the narrow street. The crowd of gawkers here dwarfed
the gathering Ethan had seen at the Hallowell home,
although they remained in the street, seemingly afraid to
venture into the lieutenant governor’s yard. Ethan could
see people moving about inside the house, but he didn’t
recognize Hutchinson himself.
“Got wot he deserved, if ya ask me.”
Ethan turned and saw a young man standing near
him. The lad wore shabby, ill-fitting clothes and a
stained cap.
“Hutchinson, I mean,” the young man added,
unnecessarily.