She thought for a moment. “Nothing comes to mind—but I’ll give it some thought if you like.”

“I’d appreciate that. My name is Nick Polchak—I didn’t catch yours.”

“Agnes Deluca,” she said. “Nice to meet you, Nick.”

“Well, Agnes, I’m staying across the street at the Skyline. If you come up with anything, you can leave word for me there.”

“I’ll see what I can find. Mind if I ask you somethin’?”

“Go ahead.”

“How come you want to know about a graveyard?”

“I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to say. Sorry.”

She held up both hands. “That’s all right—I know where my nose belongs and where it don’t.”

Nick looked at her. “Do you mind if I ask you a question?”

“Not at all.”

“You said you’ve been here for fifty years.”

“Been head librarian for fifty years—been in Endor all my life.”

“Then you must know everyone in town.”

“Can’t think of one I don’t—’course, those I don’t won’t come to mind.”

“What can you tell me about the young woman who lives up on top of the mountain?”

“You mean the witch?”

“Yeah—the woman people call a witch.”

“People call her a witch because she is a witch.”

Nick paused. “What makes you think so?”

“You know what she does up there on that mountain?”

“What?”

“On the night of every full moon she wanders the woods, searching for the body of her dead father. She always has a three-legged dog close by her side—at least it looks like a dog.”

“It’s not really a dog?”

“It looks like a dog.”

“Then what is it?”

She motioned for Nick to lean in closer. “The soul of her father lives in that animal. It’s half-dog and half-human—that’s why it’s only got three legs. The witch and the dog search the woods for her father’s body. When she finds it, they’ll be reunited forever.”

Nick stared. “Okay—I think that’s all I need here.”

“If you want to know more about the witch, you come back sometime—the stories I could tell you. ’Course, when you talk about the witch, she knows it. Not to worry—I’ll make us some tea and we’ll put a broom in the doorway. A witch won’t never cross a broom.”

“It’s a date,” Nick said. “In the meantime, if you come up with anything on that graveyard—”

“You’re at the Skyline. Don’t worry, I won’t forget.”

Nick stepped out of the library. The sun was setting fast now, and the streetlamps that surrounded the intersection were just beginning to blink on. Nick once again started toward the Endor Tavern & Grille and dinner, but he caught a glimpse of a figure standing in front of the Lutheran church and decided to take a look.