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He... he tries to take the heads... they will not pass.
Why is it every grave I open holds a new mystery inside?
The skull is gone.
Yes. I did notice that, thank you.
What... what are you doing... ?
I'm drawing bad blood from the wound.
What is so urgent?
Come with me.
I have been reading your journal. I'm sorry. I found it too fascinating to resist. I rode to catch up with you at the Notary, out of curiosity. Before I found you though, I overheard what you were said.
It was you there?
When... when you spoke father's name along with accusations, I could not believe it. I had to hide these... at least till I could confront him myself.
And, what did he say?
He did not do these things. If you knew him, you would realize...
What did he say, Katrina?
I have not been able to face him yet.
The loans give the land to your father. It does not matter survivors are still on their farms. They could be thrown off... tomorrow... a year from now.
Yes, I have seen that, and I told you why I hid them.
What would you have me believe?
If you think I am behind this, say it.
The name Van Tassel is blackened. You share that name.
Call me a liar, then, and a murderess. Say it, out and out.
Katrina...
Speak the words, Constable. What is stopping you? What has happened to your ability to transcend sentimentality?
Where are we going?
I do not know. Away.
The church.
He moves too fast.
What was that?
His horse.
Ichabod...
Keep climbing. I will follow...
Quickly, close it.
No. Get to the crest of the roof and be ready to jump.
The blades will carry us to the ground. Face front and wait for me.
I... I can't do this.
We have no choice.
I am not here for revenge. I am here to bring justice.
Whatever. You still need a second to tend to your things.
I manage fine alone.
I deserve to help you. Don't you see how much this means? My father... he... he was a good man...
Young Masbath, I am sorry for your loss. It is a great and sad tragedy. However... I cannot be the one to look after you now.
I did not ask you to, did I?
What is the common thread between these victims?
I'm sure I don't know.
We must discover it. The reason the murderer chose these persons.
The Lenape Indian had much to tell once I opened his mouth.
How could he?
His teeth. Someone had cut them and chipped off rotten pieces far back in his mouth. The Lenape could not have done that for himself. Someone out there cared for him.
Where are we going?
Up.
What is it?
It's payment day. Loan monies are given to Baltus the last day each month. Almost everyone borrows... for tools or to hire workers.
Out there. What do you see?
The Western Woods.
Look again.
Are you familiar with magnets?
What kind of nuts?
Not for eating, I assure you. Watch here.
It's spectacular.
Yes... I suppose it is. Keep it.
No, I couldn't...
I have others. All I need is this.
Thank you.
Now, hold the bowl steady. Back to business.
If the Western Woods are truly the Devil's Glen, we will see for ourselves.
Father said witches live there.
Witches do not exist. However...
What is it?
Listen.
I hear nothing.
No crickets or cicadas calling. No bird songs.
We are leaving.
What happened?
Follow the Indian trail to where the sun dies. To the tree of the dead. Maybe we passed it by.
How could something named "the tree of the dead" fail to draw attention?
We should not go much further in this murk.
Should we go back?
We are far from the Hollow. Loath to say it... better to get our backs against a tree and stay till morning.
What does it mean... climb down to the Horseman's soulless place?
"Let loose his silent shrieking." Who knows, till we work at it? I admit not being anxious to find out. "He who holds the Horseman's desire will guide his reaping hand." Whatever the Horseman's desire is, other than extinguishing lives.
If the Crone's wound bled hard, that means she was not killed by the Hessian. Someone only tried to make it look that way.
You grow sharper by the minute, little man. It boggles my mind, but I begin to prefer your company over all others.
Well... I'm one of the few people who likes you.
True enough.
Then, who murdered the Old Crone? And why?
Good questions, deserving answers, of which we are in short supply.
What is it?
Stay back.
Must be some sort of gateway. But, why this place... ?
We should go.
Why this tree?
Someone left last night. Looked like they headed to the square, but I lost them in the forest.
Man or woman?
All I saw was their lantern.
Business, best hidden is hidden best at night.
If someone has the Horseman's skull... if they control the Horseman, then why haven't they sent him for your head yet?
Because, I serve a fine purpose alive. It is perfection for our murderer if I return to New York City with nothing more than tales of a galloping ghoul. We must uncover the reason these victims were targeted. What was taken from them... other than their lives? Who benefits by their deaths?
What good is this?
To discover what might have been taken from those who died, it will help to know what was there that could be taken in the first place.
My father had farm land. It was the only thing we owned of any value.