Chapter ONE - Weebly

hers: a warning. Janna twisted around and looked back
at Greenleaf, then dismissed him with a wave of her
hand. “He’s gonna need more than three men if he
wan’s t’ take me in.”
Ethan would have laughed had he not been so
weary and in so much pain. He caught Pell’s eye and
beckoned him over. The minister eyed Janna warily, but
handed Ethan Otis’s knife. And after Ethan cut his
forearm, Janna dabbed blood on his shoulder and
began to heal his broken bones.
She didn’t speak her spell aloud, or indicate in any
way that she had cast. But the ground began to hum,
and the pale blue ghost of an old African woman
appeared at her shoulder, her face a mirror image of
Janna’s. Cool healing power flowed over Ethan’s
tender shoulder like spring rain, and after several
moments, the pain began to abate. He took a long
breath and exhaled slowly.
“Better?” Janna asked.
“Much.”
She had him cut himself again and poured still more
healing power into his shoulder before turning her