Chapter ONE - Weebly

Greenleaf shifted his weight from one foot to the
other. “Well … um … yes. Yes, I did.”
“Do you believe that those injuries also came from
witchcraft?”
“No, Reverend, sir.”
“Why not?”
“Well, because one of Miss Pryce’s men had a
pistol that might have been used to shoot his arm.”
“I see,” Caner said. “And what about that bruise on
his head?”
“I don’t know how he got that, Mister Caner,”
Greenleaf answered. “I suppose one of Pryce’s men
could have done that, too.”
“Did you actually see this man cast any sort of …
spell?”
The sheriff rubbed a hand over his mouth. “No,
Reverend, sir. But Miss Pryce said—”
“They were fighting—this man, and Miss Pryce’s
men. Is that not so?” Caner’s expression was severe.
“Well, yes, it is. But—”
“I understand that Miss Pryce enjoys some renown
in this city, but for all she does on behalf of the people