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Chapters (67)
  1. Cover
  2. Contents
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgments
  5. Principal Characters
  6. BOOK I
  7. CHAPTER 1
  8. CHAPTER 2
  9. CHAPTER 3
  10. CHAPTER 4
  11. CHAPTER 5
  12. CHAPTER 6
  13. CHAPTER 7
  14. CHAPTER 8
  15. CHAPTER 9
  16. CHAPTER 10
  17. CHAPTER 11
  18. CHAPTER 12
  19. CHAPTER 13
  20. BOOK II
  21. CHAPTER 14
  22. CHAPTER 15
  23. CHAPTER 16
  24. CHAPTER 17
  25. CHAPTER 18
  26. CHAPTER 19
  27. CHAPTER 20
  28. CHAPTER 21
  29. CHAPTER 22
  30. CHAPTER 23
  31. CHAPTER 24
  32. CHAPTER 25
  33. CHAPTER 26
  34. CHAPTER 27
  35. CHAPTER 28
  36. CHAPTER 29
  37. CHAPTER 30
  38. BOOK III
  39. CHAPTER 31
  40. CHAPTER 32
  41. CHAPTER 33
  42. CHAPTER 34
  43. CHAPTER 35
  44. CHAPTER 36
  45. CHAPTER 37
  46. CHAPTER 38
  47. CHAPTER 39
  48. CHAPTER 40
  49. CHAPTER 41
  50. CHAPTER 42
  51. CHAPTER 43
  52. CHAPTER 44
  53. CHAPTER 45
  54. CHAPTER 46
  55. CHAPTER 47
  56. CHAPTER 48
  57. CHAPTER 49
  58. CHAPTER 50
  59. CHAPTER 51
  60. CHAPTER 52
  61. CHAPTER 53
  62. CHAPTER 54
  63. CHAPTER 55
  64. CHAPTER 56
  65. Epilogue
  66. About the Author
  67. Copyright

Epsey watched from the front door as Ethan rode away. She was perplexed and somewhat concerned to see her husband do something that seemed out of character. She had overheard part of his conversation with Henry, but never expected him to attend any public meeting, particularly one that might lead to violence. Ever since she had known him, he had seemed obsessed with staying away from other people, minding his own business, and not becoming involved in any of the public issues or events that seemed important to most other men. He rarely talked to her about his brother, but had made a few gentle comments about his wish that Henry would just take care of his shoemaker’s shop, and maybe find another woman, since his wife had now been dead for almost two years. Henry seemed to be exerting a greater influence on Ethan, and she had a sense of foreboding as she saw him riding toward the mill.

When Ethan arrived, he walked back and forth across the low dam and then went under the mill house to examine the waterwheel, now standing still with closed gates diverting the normally rushing water in the mill race into the main stream. Having spent many hours up in the mill waiting for his grain to be ground, he was thoroughly familiar with the topside system of flat belts, shafts, and pulleys, but there was a latticed fence enclosing the area beneath the house, with a small locked gate. The miller wanted to be sure that hogs and other animals didn’t fall into the stream and jam the moving parts of his mill. Ethan had always been reluctant to ask permission to open the gate, but this afternoon it was open, and he stooped and entered the closed space. He felt more at ease here by himself than in the yard with the gathering crowd. He could see through openings in the fence that there were several dozen horses standing hitched in the yard, and small groups of men were talking quietly to one another. Some of the settlers seemed somewhat tense, and the customary ribald exchanges were missing. For some reason, he also felt a sense of impending trouble.