Chapter ONE - Weebly

allowed himself to be transported again.
“I’ve done nothing wrong,” he muttered to himself,
trying once more to calm his nerves.
One man of the watch walking beside him laughed.
Ethan glowered, but the man just stared back at him,
obviously enjoying himself, knowing all too well that
Ethan could do nothing to wipe the grin from his face.
The people they passed in the streets eyed Ethan
with unconcealed curiosity. A few shouted at him, and
though he couldn’t make out all they said, he gathered
they thought him part of the mob that attacked
Hutchinson’s home. Hearing their remarks, Ethan
wondered if the sheriff thought this as well.
Leading him from the Dowsing Rod to the Boston
prison, the men had to march him down Queen Street,
past the ruined home of William Story. Story’s yard had
been cleaned up since the day before, and there were
fewer gawkers now. Still, as they walked by, the
sheriff’s men eyed him keenly. Ethan refused to look
directly at any of them.
Boston’s prison stood opposite Story’s home,
where Brattle Street intersected Queen. It was an odd