Duncan was clearly not angry in the slightest.  If anything he was very much the opposite.  But he took one look at the wheelbarrow and balked.  “Uhm … hmm.  Give me a second to grab some work gloves from my car.  I have no grip with my left hand.  But after ten years I have learned to adapt very, very well.”
 
He half walked, half jogged to his car, and drive it back over closer to the work.  Then he hopped out and opened the trunk to grab some heavy work gloves.  Then he grabbed a moving strap.  The strap he used to put the weight of the left side of the wheelbarrow more on his shoulders.  Then he looked at the bags.
 
“Uhm … ten trips?” He tried not to smile.  Then he grabbed a bag with his right hand and flipped it onto his left shoulder and grabbed another.  He laughed.  Then he lowered the bags into the wheelbarrow and started stacking more.  “When I was a kid I used to do this sort of work all the time.  So don’t be shocked by how many bags I stack on.  I am just going to limit it for the sake of balance.  Don’t care to go pulling muscles.”  
 
He tossed on a total of six bags - 300 pounds.  Then he slipped one ends of the moving strap over the handles of the wheelbarrow and got under it to lift.  He hardly seemed to notice the weight.  But any more bags would have bounced out at the pace he kept while walking along.  On the barn end he offloaded - again with just his right hand.  At his pace the job didn’t take long at all.  And he hardly even worked up a sweat.
 
Duncan excused himself to put the gloves and strap away.  Then he rejoined Jonna.  “Don’t worry about the details of our reunion when you father gets here.  But I do plan to hold it over your head as blackmail material.”  The humor he portrayed suggested that he had absolutely no nefarious motives.  He found the whole scene funny.  “Would have been better if I had worn you out by egging you on to chase me.  But … eventually I would have run out of road.”
 
He decided to change the subject and catch up on the times.  “So what have you been up two since we last met?  Any good stories?  Oh!  You see the youtube thing about some flying guy that caught a bus?”  Duncan laughed, shaking his head pitifully.  “Every year or so they have another video about some flying guy.  You could practically see the wires.  But I did like the technical accuracy.  No Star Wars special effects to cut the bus in half.  Lasers aren’t visible unless they reflect off something.  That would have had to be about a 10kW+ industrial laser to just slice a bus in half like that.  So kudos for the special effects.”
 
Duncan had some of the facts wrong.  The superdude - he needed a better name - hadn’t actually caught the bus.  But Duncan did seem to have some clues as to the technical abilities the guy had demonstrated and just what it would take.  Already social media was taking the scene apart and analyzing everything.  The video had been poor quality, largely thanks to wind and rain.  Jonna’s editor almost refused to run it.  But it was the first actual save caught on video.  But it had taken CGI animation to show what had happened based on witness accounts.
 
Duncan, of course, was keenly aware of the full truth.  The superdude - Gawd, he needed a better name … before that one stuck - was becoming a public figure.  He was going to have to watch everything he said in his alter ego.
 
“I don’t really DO social media.  But I’d have to live in a cave for someone to NOT show me that clip.  It had a zillion views already.”  He shrugged.  “I guess people want a superhero for real.  What do you think?  Real?  Hoax?  Alien?”