"Ah, South Carolina's nice," he said, though really, Dusty couldn't be bothered to recall what that state had been like last time he and Gareth had passed through it. It wasn't as though they stopped to do a lot of sight-seeing, or even really stayed put long enough to enjoy their destinations.
Hoisting Coby into the truck seemed effortless, and for a brief moment, Dusty felt pride in the power that moved him, the way his muscles seemed ten times as powerful as they had ever been -- and Dusty had never been a weak man. He was clearly built, and being considered capable and strong was something he found joy in, regardless of the terms. After Coby had landed, Dusty grabbed the edge of the back of the truck with both hands, his grip firm and -- with the ease of a well-worked cowboy -- he hoisted himself up, swinging his legs up and over. It were as though he'd practiced the movement for years, and perhaps he had in his youth, but as he straightened he gestured openly, suggesting she could sit where she pleased. "Up on the roof or here?" Dusty had parked so that the bed of the truck faced the giant screen, leaving both options very open and plausible.