Chapter ONE - Weebly

She straightened, her eyes meeting his. She draped
the polishing cloth over her shoulder and tipped her
head to the side. “If you change your mind…”
“Aye,” he said. Both of them knew he wouldn’t. He
stood there another moment, neither of them speaking.
Finally, Kannice went behind the bar, and retreated into
the kitchen.
Ethan left the tavern.
The warmth of the previous night had given way to a
cooler morning. The sky was a clear, bright blue, and a
freshening wind blew in off the harbor, carrying the
smell of fish and brine, and sweeping away the heavy
pall of smoke that had been inescapable the night
before. The streets were crowded with carriages and
men and women on foot making their way with grim
purpose to shops or to the markets at Faneuil Hall.
When Ethan first came to Boston, twenty-one years
before, he thought he had never seen a finer place. The
city was small by English standards, but it was clean
and alive. Its streets bustled with activity. It was
everything Bristol, his home in England, was not.
Two decades later, hard times and war had taken