Waiting until Doc was clear of the doorway, Raylan led the short way across to the neighbouring house, long legs making short work of the distance.

"Give us time enough and I think we'll come up with something. If the still says anything about idle hands," he retorted with a faint lift of his eyebrows towards Doc as he opened the front door and stepped in to keep it that way for the incoming cargo.

"The shine'll hold. Food too. Malcolm's not goin' back to sleep either so go find a bed and collapse in it, huh? Hard starts are hard on a body dealt with what we did last night." Don't think he didn't see the hangover pains and the stiff upper lip that they were both putting on to cover it. He pushed his hat back on his head a fraction with a rub of his thumb up the center of his forehead. "Might join ya in the idea in a few hours myself."