Chapter ONE - Weebly

“Aye,” Ethan said, fighting to keep the rage from his
voice. “I’m sure his wife and children did, too.”
“Come again?”
“His wife and children.” Ethan pointed to several
dresses and petticoats lying in the yard, soiled and torn.
“They deserved to have their home destroyed, and all
their belongings pillaged by a crowd of strangers.
They’re lucky they didn’t get worse, right?”
The lad frowned. “Well, I don’ know ’bout that.”
“Isn’t it their fault that Parliament’s burdened us with
this Stamp Act?”
The young man pulled off his cap and scratched his
head. “Well…”
“Think about it,” Ethan said, and started away.
“Right!” the lad called after him. “Right, I’ll do that.”
The Derne mansion was only a block or so from
North Square. It wasn’t as impressive as either the
Berson or Hutchinson houses, but it was of a similar
design: a square, three-story building with large
windows spaced evenly across the façade, and
impressive columns flanking the main entrance.
The man who answered the door in response to