Well step aside kids, the shaft whisperer is in town.
Doc wrinkles his nose. 16 feet deep is still 12 feet too deep for his liking. He hangs around the trapdoor while Raylan fetches the ladder, waiting for someone or something to come crawling out, right hand halfway across his back ready to pull his butter knife.
"Alright," he agrees, tension easing out of his stance as he takes hold of one side of the ladder. When Raylan's ready they edge it to the hole and Doc swallows that too-big lump in his throat as they slowly lower it into the abyss.
It feels a lot deeper than 16 feet at the rate they're going and he can't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they seem to hit the bottom. Doc spends an inordinate amount of time feeling up his torch before he pulls it out of his gun holster, clicking it on and shining it down the hole.
"Well." Deep breath in. Deep breath out. "She looks alright."
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Doc wrinkles his nose. 16 feet deep is still 12 feet too deep for his liking. He hangs around the trapdoor while Raylan fetches the ladder, waiting for someone or something to come crawling out, right hand halfway across his back ready to pull his butter knife.
"Alright," he agrees, tension easing out of his stance as he takes hold of one side of the ladder. When Raylan's ready they edge it to the hole and Doc swallows that too-big lump in his throat as they slowly lower it into the abyss.
It feels a lot deeper than 16 feet at the rate they're going and he can't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they seem to hit the bottom. Doc spends an inordinate amount of time feeling up his torch before he pulls it out of his gun holster, clicking it on and shining it down the hole.
"Well." Deep breath in. Deep breath out. "She looks alright."