The next five minutes were spent in a hurricane of urgent noises. He bounced his attention between the patch of gravel ahead of him and the man behind him. Caelan needed to make sure the front of the truck didn’t hit anything or veer off into another pile of junk as he coaxed it forward with a foot to the pedal. In the meantime, he also watched over his shoulder, listening to what he could of Dusty’s words and grunts. He interpreted most of it, figuring the best course of action was to keep gassing it until Dusty told him to stop or they finally got the boat free. Thankfully, it was the latter in the end.<br/><br/>The truck rocked forward as the boat slipped free from where it lay wedged. He dragged the boat, swearing to himself as his foot quickly switched pedals to halt the momentum he was carrying. He grinned wildly, hitting the palm of his hand on the steering wheel before shifting the truck into park. Adrenaline coursed through his veins and he had only done the smallest percentage of work.<br/><br/>Caelan was still grinning as Dusty approached the driver’s side after the blond had swung the door open. He mentioned something about a bottle of Jack and Caelan responded with a nod. He twisted to grab the bottle from the backseat. The fact that Dusty’s gun sat back there, like an uninvited passenger, was not lost on him. Caelan licked his lips and handed the bottle back to Dusty, sitting sideways on the driver’s seat as the man took a drink. His next movements had Caelan sitting rigid, glaring.<br/><br/>“Dusty-” He leaned forward, grasping the man by the sleeve of his shirt to turn him just so. “You’re bleeding.” Caelan had the feeling that Hell itself would have to freeze over for a scrape to take a man like Dusty down, but that didn’t mean that a mild infection wouldn’t piss the Cajun man off. “You need to sanitize that again and cover it when you get home. Promise me, okay?”<br/><br/>Caelan took the bottle from Dusty and eyed him for a moment before taking a swig. He leaned his side against the seat back and smiled. “Great job on getting your<i>mota</i>.” He punctuated his chuckle by taking another drink and held the bottle out to him.