Chapter ONE - Weebly

I have your blade please?”
Ethan hesitated, but only for a brief moment. Even
without his blade, there was enough blood on his
clothes for a conjuring. He handed the knife to his
friend.
“Very good,” Pell said, slipping it into a pocket
within his robe. “As long as you cooperate, there’ll be
no need for us to use force. At the first sign of
resistance, we’ll have no choice but to resort to harsher
means of controlling you. Do you understand?”
“Of course.”
“We’ll see to your wounds when we reach the
church. Then you’ll be apprised of the charges against
you.”
“All right.”
“Lead the way, Sheriff,” Pell said to Greenleaf.
It was cleverly done. The sheriff couldn’t object to
being offered the lead, and this way Ethan and Pell
could walk together and keep an eye on the man.
A small frown wrinkled Greenleaf’s brow, but a
moment later, he started leading them back toward the
chapel. Ethan and the minister followed him up the