Who would want to shoot the golden boy Marshal? Someone you put behind bars?

[ An honest question. He figured a man as good as Raylan still had enemies. They all did. He fell into step beside the man, shuddering a bit at the cold. ]

The life I lead isn't as simple as yours. It's messy - tangled up. People close to me die. [ Cursed. ] You can't live the life I do and expect it to be rainbow and puppy dogs at the end. Hell, you can't even expect God to throw you a bone and understand when you're going bloody insane from the biggest screw up of your life.

Happy ain't happy for me, mate. Something always poisons it. I've never been able to hold something good.