Chapter ONE - Weebly

comin’,” the man went on. “Once yah’ve seen her,
yah’re t’ come t’ th’ Bersons’ home.”
“All right,” Ethan said, although he was already
having second thoughts. He had his reasons for taking
the job, but he had also had his reasons for refusing at
first. Perhaps the stranger read the doubt in Ethan’s
eyes, because he stood, put on his hat, and strode to
the tavern entrance, as if determined to leave the
Dowser before Ethan could change his mind. He
paused by the door and looked back at Ethan.
“Until later, Mister Kaille,” he said, and left.
For several moments Ethan sat staring at the door,
wrestling with the urge to run after the stranger and give
him back Berson’s money. At last, knowing that by
now he had waited too long, he reached for the pouch,
which still sat on the table. He held it in his palm,
enjoying the weight of it, the soft jangling of the coins.
Then he stood and slipped it into his pocket.
Turning toward the bar, he froze. Kannice was
watching him, her brow furrowed, her lips pressed in a
thin line.
He walked over to her. “You have something to say