Chapter ONE - Weebly

Mister Caner and I just lied to Sheriff Greenleaf in
order to keep him from imprisoning you as a witch!
You will not heal yourself of these wounds!”
Ethan didn’t argue. He gestured for the minister to
lead the way. “How did you know where to find me?”
he asked as they walked out of the chapel and onto
Treamount.
“Mister Caner said they had taken you toward the
Neck,” Pell said. “So we started in that direction. When
I heard the pistol, I thought it might be aimed at you, so
we followed the sound of the report.”
“Well,” Ethan said, “you saved my life. You and
Mister Caner. I couldn’t have fought off Sephira and
her men much longer.”
“I thought you were doing pretty well.”
“You mean aside from the bullet wound and the
bruise and that dented rib I mentioned.”
Pell grinned. “Well, yes, aside from all of that.”
They had turned down Winter Street and were
approaching Newbury Street, and the pasture lands.
“Where are we going?” Ethan asked.
“To the home of a doctor I know.”