“ALRIGHT HOLD ON!” he shouted down. ’Fucking idiot,’ he cursed internally as he whirled around, looking about the farm ruins. He didn’t know how to get across the ravine to get help now that the bridge was out. It might take him a long time, and he’d be leaving Timothy down there. He turned and glared at the wellhead, gears turning in his head, chewing the inside of his mouth. He gripped the wooden frame and shook it. It barely moved, but he was not going to try anything unless he was absolutely sure. 