Chapter ONE - Weebly

Ethan sighed, but he could hardly blame the man.
Mackintosh had known Darrow for a year and Ethan
for ten minutes. To Darrow’s credit, he didn’t gloat at
all. Rather he turned to Ethan again, a question in his
eyes.
“All right, then,” Ethan said. “If that’s what he
wants, you should join us.”
Darrow nodded and led them the rest of the way
down the stairs to the tavern. While he crossed to the
bar, Ethan and Mackintosh took a table by the hearth.
“You don’ trust Darrow?” the cordwainer asked as
they sat.
“I wouldn’t say that I don’t trust him. But I’m not
sure that he has your best interests at heart.”
Mackintosh laughed. “An’ you do, is tha’ right?”
“No,” Ethan said. “I couldn’t care less about your
best interests. But you never would have thought to
trust me, so that hardly matters.”
Mackintosh frowned. “Darrow helped me out some
time back. He helped get me off after we sacked
Oliver’s house, an’ jus’ this mornin’ he got Sheriff
Greenleaf t’ let me go. You might not think he has my