Chapter Four
“People say Albany is at the edge of the world,” the man in the brown waistcoat observed. “But they’re wrong. We live between the edges of two worlds. The pressing blade of European settlement and the sharper edge of the tribes.”
Duncan had found Thomas Forsey, one of the two brothers who owned the clothier, smoking a long-stemmed pipe on the back step of the big brick building. He nodded to his workers as they filed out, murmuring polite farewells, at the end of their workday. Duncan had told him he was a scout, looking for Mrs. Eldridge. “Her son is a schoolmaster. He and his students are missing.”
Forsey tilted his head and studied Duncan as if deciding whether to believe him. “Who did you find?”
“She was there, in that hut with the skins and skulls.”
“There is a fortu
