CHAPTER TEN
She was heavier than she looked.
Wyatt used a forked stick to thread his rope through the old pulley and fed the slack end down the hole till it was just out of her reach. She made a little hop to grab the rope and he jerked it back a ways.
“When I lower this,” Wyatt yelled down to her, “ I want you to loop it through those rings on your bracelets and tie it off.”
She just gaped at him for a minute before she said in a low voice. “This isn’t necessary. I said I would go with you.”
“If you want to come out of that hole, you’ll do what I tell you, gal!” he said sharply. “Make it a good knot, too. If it comes undone, I may not have the patience to let you try again.”
“Yes, sir.” She was suddenly humble. I had a feeling that she knew she was beat, or maybe that was what I was
