Gatlin threw the rock he held, with his formerly useless right hand. it didn't go as high as he'd hoped, and sailed through an already broken window, only to thud on the ground on the other side.
"My parents didn't much care where Cash and I were, most of the time." He shrugged. He knew bits and pieces, that Johanna had shared about her life previous, but he'd never probed for more details and he really didn't know what it was like for her.