Going It AloneIt was middle of the afternoon and several hours had passed since the start of her vigil on the hillside but Tammy had hardly moved. All her vitality and purpose had drained away, leaving a painful void. She stared straight ahead, glancing sideways occasionally in the forlorn hope of seeing Ginger but it was only going through the motions, knowing he would not be there nor would he be coming. Not after all that time. Yet the unhappy pig carried on waiting because it seemed the only thing to do.
The rain had stopped and clearer visibility made it possible to see across the lower slopes but she hardly noticed. Nor did she bother to look round towards the higher ground where traffic could be seen passing the gaps in the trees along the country road. Her mind was full of oth
