well, constable.  are you aware.  to be honest, you are not what we expected. we sent for the militia.
cut off his head with his own sword. it's a legend told for twenty years.
gather round! gather and quiet! the hour has come to choose for this night. each man's name is in this box and has been checked.
may the lord watch over him.  "jonathan masbath." are you here?
someone leave him a horse.
and now jonathan masbath.
he would not have gone into the western woods. no sane man would.
van ripper there.
 found the body this morning. you do believe now, don't you?
you need less big words, and more common sense.
my talisman. it will, protect against the horseman if i show a brave face. but, i cannot run. if i run in fear, it is worthless.
not more than a year ago, a mob hung a man for stealing a horse. for stealing a horse! and, you dig up our dead.
we are farmers here, not lawyers or bankers, or even constables. every penny we earn comes from what we send down the hudson.
because of the horseman, our migrant workers flee for their lives. there is a danger that our crops will rot. so, if you are going to help us, you stop the horseman. that is your task.  to kill an undead thing.
no, you listen! you may think we are a pack of superstitious dullards.
what will it take for you to realize this is no laughing matter?
oh my.  oh my oh my oh my.