"One of my many acquaintances always swore that I was part squirrel," Reb quipped with a grin. He then moved with her as she shifted the ladder and leant a shoulder against the wall as he waited. "Indeed, my fellow Tawas do have the gift of artistic flare."
He shivered as the blast of cold swept through the church but otherwise took little notice of the cold. He may have originally been from the deep South but he had spent his life travelling all over the good US of A that he had pretty much experienced all that the weather system could throw at him.
"So, want me to pass this up to you then?" Reb asked, gesturing to the chains.