Chapter ONE - Weebly

scowling at him. “Well, let’s hope we never have to do
that again,” he said instead, thinking that the rector
would have approved.
Pell nodded, looking at his arm once more. “Do you
think Adams is right?” he asked, pulling down his
sleeve. “Will matters worsen before they get better?”
“I would think so,” Ethan said. “Grenville is
determined to have his revenue; Adams and his friends
are just as determined not to pay. It’s a dangerous
game they’re playing.”
Pell gazed toward the rector’s house. “Mister Caner
and I are on opposite sides of this.”
“You’re both men of God. That’s what matters.”
“Of course,” Pell said, though he sounded unsure.
“Good night, Ethan. Rest well.”
“You, too, Mister Pell. Thank you.”
Ethan watched him enter the church. Then he
walked on to the Dowser. He knew that he should be
watchful as he made his way through the streets. If
Sephira and her men chose this night to come after him
he would be hard-pressed to protect himself. But he
was too tired and too sore to do anything more than