Chapter ONE - Weebly

“Does the bullet wound hurt much?” the minister
asked after some time, his voice low.
Ethan kept his gaze fixed on the sheriff. “It still hurts,
yes,” he said in a whisper.
“There’s a welt on your temple, too.”
“One of Sephira Pryce’s men kicked me there, and
in the side. I may have a broken rib.” He glanced up at
the minister. “Again.”
Pell’s eyes danced with mischief. “I’m beginning to
think that you’re not as good at thieftaking as I first
thought.”
Any other time, Ethan would have laughed. But they
were waiting for Caner. Pell might have trusted Caner
to help them with this pretense, but Ethan had his
doubts. The rector hated him. Regardless of any
friendship Ethan and Pell had built these last few days,
Caner might well see in this night’s events the perfect
opportunity to rid himself and his church of what he saw
as a dark threat.
Seconds later, the door to the chapel opened once
more, and Caner entered the building.
“It will be all right,” Pell mouthed.