Ginny was twenty feet below on top of a vertical spindle, cradling her arm and rotating slowly as the spindle turned. “Wotcha doin’ down there, lass?” “Thinking you was dead. Glad you ain’t. Wouldn’t happen to have a rope handy, would ya?” “Naw, lost me pack. I can climb down to ya though, maybe.” “Can’t say the spot has much to recommend it.”
