The witch hunt hits feverish peak. Fear of the devil is as real as God. Witchcraft is a hideous crime a person could commit and is punishable by death at the Gallows Hill for the victims accused of sorcery. Driftingly, a red-stained full moon streaked with ominous dark haunting clouds is witness to the strange forewarn of the vicious lashing of wind and distraught flying bats, over dead bodies swinging precariously in the wind by the branches of the locust trees. River reflections of Bridget's scantily clad youthful beauty with long, flowing, wild, red hair, is frozen in fear amidst the overture of the Banshee's foreboding and bloodcurdling wails of imminent death, that of her own, The Peruke Maker's vengeful curse hastens chase for the innocent and is carried off by a whirl of ill-omened wind that transgresses all natural laws of time and space, relentlessly in quest for the avenger of innocent blood. But love and forgiveness triumphs beyond the grave and a chance at love and life is
