Matt instinctively swung his rifle around towards the interloper, his finger tight around the trigger.
"Travis..."
He whispered as he recognized the dirty, battered face. He didn't lower his rifle though.
"You're alive. Shit, crawl over here and stay quiet."
He urged, sliding further behind a fallen log for cover. 
"Let me do the talking, you just stay low and silent."
Matt instructed, peeking over the log. He jumped at the sound of a gunshot, but relaxed once he saw the limp corpse of the remaining bandit slap onto the ground next to the truck, some brain matter and bone chunks spilling out the back of his head. 
"I see you guys don't take too kindly to bandits either, now why don't we both step out into the open, with our guns DOWN and talk this over like gentlemen?"
He yelled across the clearing.