"Bull," Wyatt grunted, muscling a heavy boulder aside. "Yer nearly there."

He reached for a broken plank and started to wedge it under the one holding Joel's ankle.

"Twelve is coal. I'll drag yer ass the rest of the way if I have to."

He put his weight on the board, muscles straining, teeth ground together-- and the pinning limb lifted, an inch, then another.