Chapter ONE - Weebly

Ethan merely shook his head.
The rector strode down the central aisle of the
sanctuary to where Pell waited for him. With some
effort, Ethan stood. Caner looked Ethan over, his eyes
lingering on the welt on his head and the bloody hole in
his coat. Then he turned to Greenleaf.
“What is all this, Sheriff? Why have you brought this
man into my chapel?”
Greenleaf blinked. “Mister Pell didn’t tell you?”
“I’m not speaking to Mister Pell, am I?” the rector
said. “I asked you a question. What is this man doing
here?”
“We … we found him with Miss Pryce. He was …
he was standing at the center of a ring of flame that I
believe he started with some kind of … witchcraft. And
two of Miss Pryce’s men had been wounded. One had
been burned. I believe the other had broken bones in
both legs. I expect those injuries also were the result of
some devilry.” He turned to Pell, looking for help.
“Don’t you agree, Mister Pell?”
“He’s wounded, too,” the rector said, before Pell
could respond. “Did you notice that?”