Chapter ONE - Weebly

North Square. We had word that Mackintosh intended
to do to the Story and Hallowell homes what had been
done to Andrew Oliver’s house. But that was to be all.
And we ourselves wanted no part of it.”
“Of course you didn’t.” Ethan stood. “I don’t
consider myself a proponent of liberty, gentlemen. At
least not by your definition. But still, I would have
expected more from men such as yourselves.” His gaze
lingered for a moment on Adams, who stared back at
him, unfazed by his words. “Good day.”
He left the tavern, climbed the steep stairway, and
stepped out onto Union Street once more. A soft rain
still fell over the city, blown in off the harbor by a stiff,
cool wind. Ethan began to make his way toward the
Dowser. When he was halfway there, he changed his
mind and continued south toward King’s Chapel. Henry
Caner’s objections notwithstanding, Ethan needed to
speak one last time with Mr. Pell. Probably the minister
wouldn’t be able to help him, but there was always a
chance.
Treamount Street was crowded with people making
their way home from the market and from their work.