Chapter ONE - Weebly

stopping him from going this day, right now. It was an
odd feeling, as unfamiliar as it was liberating.
He left his room, fully intending to buy himself a coat
and some clothes. But as he stepped onto Cooper’s
Alley, he saw a carriage waiting in front of the
cooperage. Henry was there, speaking with the driver.
They both turned at Ethan’s approach.
“It’s for you, Ethan,” Henry said, sounding awed.
“Are you Ethan Kaille?” asked the driver, a young,
well-dressed man in a linen suit and powdered wig.
“Yes, I am.”
“Lieutenant Governor Hutchinson requests that you
join him at his home in Milton. I’m to take you there.”
Ethan shared a look with Henry, who merely raised
his eyebrows.
“Well,” Ethan said, “we shouldn’t keep him
waiting.”
He winked at the cooper and climbed into the
carriage. The driver took his place in front and soon
they were rattling through the streets of Boston toward
the Neck and the town gate. The leather harnesses of
the horses creaked, and the horses’ shod hooves rang