By then Soldat has trudged most of the way across the field and has mapped out the worst of the rocks, and is inspecting the ruined house at the other end. They look back Rosinante's direction, and wince at the poor wheelbarrow's condition. "Yeah, we can pick something up at the scrapyard. In the meantime, I can just drag it around." Just having something to load rocks into will help.

"Come here and have a look at this," they add, motioning to the farmhouse. "Think it's salvageable?"