Chapter ONE - Weebly

doesn’t like anyone. But she’ll help me. Tell him to use
my name.”
The minister walked back to Greenleaf and his men
and spoke to them in low tones. After a moment, one of
the men started off down the road toward Janna’s
tavern.
“Thank you,” Ethan said to Adams. “That was a fine
shot. I thought you were palsied.”
“I am,” Adams said. “My penmanship is atrocious.
Shooting is another matter.” He looked down at
Darrow and shook his head. “Peter was a friend. I
didn’t want to kill him.”
“You didn’t,” Ethan said, his voice low. “I did.” He
had taken lives before, and perhaps he would again.
But it would never be easy, not even when the man he
killed was intent on murdering him. “And you should
know that Darrow wasn’t your friend. He was a spy for
supporters of Parliament and the Crown. He sought to
undermine everything that you’re working for.”
Greenleaf came forward as Ethan spoke, plainly
interested in what he was saying. Ethan paid no
attention to him.