The stranger was at home, where it was probably safest. Hopefully paid more heed to making smart choices, but he did have to wonder if he needed anything. The younger man wasn't so rough around the edges to thrive in the same sort of environment. Maybe being seen running around town in that red beater truck would give someone pause who thought to fuck with him. Dusty wasn't known for having too many friends. A few back in the day, when he was younger, surrounded by rumor. And then the old man that lived alone in a run down shack, up until the sickness had taken him too. He'd brought a cooler this time, not that there was any ice, but it kept things from turning hot in the sun if he put them in after the nights cooler temperatures. The young man seemed pleased to see him, all nervousness from their first encounter gone.<br/><br/>"Mota didn't work, but wasn't countin' on it. Impella did work dough, and dats what I was countin' on. Took it apart and salvaged what I could. Welded some tings that needed fixin' on my workin' mota. Fix tings before dey break, you won't be stranded." Words of wisdom from ol Dusty. "Your bike hold up?" He realized they hadn't tested it before he'd taken him home. He hoped that it hadn't caused him problems, but if it had, Dusty had brought even more tools this time around.<br/><br/>"You ever shoot?" Dusty asked curiously. "Old friend of mine was an arms deala. I acquired a few things in his passing." By a few, he meant the man's entire collection and all the ammo he had stockpiled. "You live here, you gonna learn how to shoot." As if it had been decided. Reaching in front of the young man, he opened the glove box and removed a tarnished revolver. Simple, easy to conceal, and reliable. He opened the cylinder one handed and emptied the chambers into the palm of his hand before handing the gun over unloaded. He pocked the bullets and lit himself a cigarette. The scrapyard would be a good place for some target practice and beer drinking. Sound bounced between the piles of heap, making it difficult to pinpoint where the shots were coming from if anyone was nearby. And even if someone did wander upon them, Dusty wasn't counting on anyone making trouble he couldn't handle.