Chapter ONE - Weebly

weapons.
“Enough of this, Ethan,” Darrow said.
He kicked Ethan’s shattered knee, and Ethan cried
out. But still, Ethan held the image of the men for a
moment longer, until at last he heard what he had been
waiting for.
Through gritted teeth he said, “You’re right.
Enough.”
Looking toward the road, he let his illusion die
away. And there, to take the place of his conjured
images, stood the real sheriff and his men with Mr. Pell.
“Now, Pell!” he shouted.
He heard Pell say something, saw Darrow slash at
his own arm with the knife. The conjurer’s voice rang
through the night and then was drowned out by the
rapid blasts of four flintlock pistols.
For a second, no one spoke. No one even moved.
The report of the guns echoed across the pastureland.
And then Darrow laughed. He opened his fist and
held it out for all of them to see. Resting in the palm of
his hand were the four lead balls fired at him by
Greenleaf and the men of the watch.