Chapter ONE - Weebly

“The charges brought against him were for
disturbing the peace,” Darrow said. “He was never
charged in the matter of the Brown boy’s death. And
with good reason. The child was killed when he was run
over by a cart carrying one of the effigies. And
Mackintosh wasn’t anywhere near the cart or the boy
when it happened. You may not approve of the man’s
tactics—neither do I—but he didn’t deserve to hang for
the boy’s death.”
Ethan was less sure of this than was Darrow. But he
kept to himself his doubts about Mackintosh as well as
his knowledge of what really killed the child.
“So you’ll tolerate vandalism and violence from your
allies,” he said instead. “Just not murder. Is that it?”
Otis bristled. “Again, sir, you speak of matters you
don’t understand.”
“Don’t I? Two weeks ago, Mackintosh and his mob
destroyed the property of Andrew Oliver for no other
reason than because Oliver happens to be distributor of
stamps. Where was your outrage then, Mister Otis?
Where were your cries for justice?”
Otis’s face reddened and his eyes widened, so that