Rhett puffed on his cigar again. The guy sounded sick. He should help him out. He went after the worker and took one of the buckets in his own big hand and walked along with him. He looked at the small frame of the guy and felt bad, probably because he was underfed. "Look, I know how hard it is to get paid sometimes, but you should really take a day off, you don't seem too hot." It looked like they were heading towards the well. The sun was now hanging over the city, illuminating the muddy camp. Now in full light, Rhett took notice of how small the worker's hands were. "Here, give me the other bucket and I'll get it to where it needs to go. I'll make sure you get paid as well." He offered his hand for the other bucket.