Dustin recalled being moved, maybe helped to his feet, perhaps even carried. He did know that he was shaking like a leaf against the body heat of the person beside him, and that he was pretty sure that he was in the bed of a pickup truck. It had a cab, at least, but that didn’t stop the wind from whistling in at every little misfit crack along its perimeter, or the fact that there was no heater. Two smaller forms rested alongside him, one over his leg, the other against his thigh, and the air was rich with the smell of animal hair and wet straw. One of his hips lay against metal, bouncing along with the truck as tires shakily made their way over potholes and pavement. The other hip, and the majority of Dustin’s body however, sprawled chest down against another’s. It was from that body that
