Wyatt touched Max's hand, staying him as his head cocked, catching the voices - clearer now that he was paying attention.

He listened carefully, then called out, "It's alright, boys. It's me. Max - Maximus--" he glanced at Max, the man's full name felt strange to Wyatt, tasted funny to him, but recognized that few people, besides himself, used the nickname, "--is here too. Ya can come on out, yer safe here."