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The next day, Ivy felt more guilty from the stares she got in town.
"It wasn't my fault." She said to herself. "I needn't feel guilty."
She rode Midnight into the Western Woods and studied the land around it. The tree of the Dead loomed over her like a huge shadow. She heard horsehooves approaching her quickly and she pulled a pistol from the pocket of her jacket. A man rode up to her and said, "No need for the gun, miss."
"Who are you?" Ivy asked, not letting her guard down.
"I am also a constable."
He stepped into the shadows and Ivy could see his face now that he wasn't in the sun. He looked remarkably like Henry.
"But you have not told me your name."
"Van Geller. Everett Van Geller. I am here to investigate my brother's death."
Ivy's jaw dropped.
"What are you doing here?" Everett asked. "And what is your name?"
"I am Ivy Crane. I am also investigating your brother's death, in a manner of speaking."
"Are you the daughter of Ichabod Crane?"
"Do you know him?"
"Henry wrote me and told me of a beautiful girl who was the daughter of Ichabod Crane. Everyone knows his story. Most of them think him mad."
"He is not mad." Ivy defended. "I have seen the Horseman with my own eyes."
"I am one of science. I do not believe in dead horsemen."
"You shall see it soon, I imagine. The Horseman killed your brother."
"If you know that, why are you inquiring into his death further?"
"Because I want to know why." Ivy replaced the pistol in her pocket.
She heard footsteps again in the distance and saw the silouhette of a a man--with no head. She pulled Everett behind a tree and watched the Horseman stop in front of the tree of the Dead. He jumped in after "looking" around for a moment. He almost dropped what he was carrying. Ivy saw it before he went into the tree.
It was the severed head of her mother. Ivy screamed and ran to her home. It was several miles but she didn't stop. She ran into her father when she was on the wooden bridge. Actually she ran into the horse. Ichabod wore a distraught look on his face.
"Ivy, you're alright!" He said, jumping off his horse and giving her a giant hug.
She clung to her father and said, "Where's Mother?"
Ichabod frowned and looked sad. "She's dead, darling. The Horseman killed her."
Ichabod said, "Can I help you, sir?"
Ivy turned to see Everett, leading her horse. "My name is Everett Van Geller. I am here to investigate the death of my brother."
"You may stay at our home." Ichabod offered. "But forgive us for being so sullen. My wife was just killed by the Horseman."
Ivy broke free of her father, got on her horse, and rode home. She took up her guitar and played a sad song on the porch, singing softly. The wind seemed to grow at the sound of her voice and it was carried like the wind over the town, reaching every corner. I cannot type the words, as they are too depressing and sad.
"That is the demon's song!" A woman screeched as everyone was transfixed by the song.
"That is a mournful song." The magistrate said softly.
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