Chapter ONE - Weebly

He scratched them both behind their ears. Judging
from their response, this made up for the fact that he
had nothing to feed them.
Standing again, he backtracked to School Street,
and followed Treamount northward, the two dogs
flanking him. He hoped to keep his distance from those
abroad in the streets. He soon realized, though, that
rather than avoiding the mob, he was walking directly
toward it. The closer he got to Queen Street, the louder
the noise grew. He could hear raucous laughter and
shouted curses, the shattering of glass and the
splintering of wood. As he crossed the lane and gazed
eastward, he saw men tossing broken furniture and
bundles of parchment from the window of a stately
home directly across the street from the courthouse and
prison. The irony of it nearly made him laugh out loud.
One man stood in the middle of the lane, holding a
bottle of wine in one hand and what looked to be a
table leg in the other. He spotted Ethan and shouted,
“Hey, you!” The man sounded so merry, one might
have thought that he was celebrating the coming of a
new year rather than the sacking of someone’s home.