Chapter ONE - Weebly

where Hutchinson sat alone, gazing out over his land.
The lieutenant governor appeared rested and in far
better spirits than he had the last time they spoke. When
his servant announced Ethan he stood and dismissed the
man before extending a hand to Ethan and indicating
that he should sit.
“Thank you for coming all this way, Mister Kaille.”
“Of course, Your Honor. The pleasure is mine.”
“Your journey out here wasn’t a hardship, I hope.”
“Not at all, sir. And if I may, it seems the country
agrees with you.”
A reflexive smile touched Hutchinson’s lips and
vanished. “I believe it does.” He cleared his throat. “I
won’t waste your time on niceties. I had word this
morning from Sheriff Greenleaf of a shooting on Orange
Street that occurred last night. He said that you were
there, with Mackintosh, Samuel Adams, Peter Darrow,
and James Otis. Now I hear that none of you was
arrested, and I will assume there was good reason for
this. But I also gather that this incident was related in
some way to the Berson killing, and I would like to
know what happened.”