The conversation stopped while Vaughn prodded gingerly and then worked the bandage over Randy’s knee. “I can’t tell if you cracked it or just beat the hell out of it. I don’t like the sound of that grind in it, though.”
Randy laid his head back. “I don’t even care. Right now I feel like a million fucking dollars.” He sighed happily and wrapped both arms around his head. “I’ll be fine.”
“You’ll be X-rayed is what you’ll be.” Vaughn clipped the ends of the bandage and tapped Randy’s leg. “I should go.”
“The kids,” Randy said with a nod.
Vaughn rose and tugged his pants up. “I’ll come back in the morning and check the generator. Don’t try to hobble out there.”
“Aye, aye, sir.” Randy lifted a hand and saluted.
“And I’ll send Hannah or Isaac up with your mail when it’s clear enough for the truck to run again. Don’t try to get out there, either.” He snapped his shirt closed as he spoke, and when he reached for his coat, he gave Randy one of those ‘I’m serious’ stares.