Technically Raylan's the oldest between them. He'd have the most fragile bones. Not that Doc Don't Ask Me how Much I Weigh Holliday would be pointing that out so explicitly.

"We could go back and ask him, what he'd said, what he'd planned on doing, whether he was waving a weapon at our new friend, whether he'd even gotten a word in before it hurt him. He's out of commission for six weeks." Six weeks, Raylan. Your daughter's coming along before those bones are healing. Doc's not going to remind him of that either. He can't be sure that they will be any farther along on their way home in six weeks' time than they are now, standing around arguing as the snow threatens to bury their shins.

He would insist that his own case is different, that it's Wynonna's baby, not his, but this isn't the time and place for that kind of talk.

"All I'm saying is, we learn from someone else's mistake. We don't learn anything from two people with broken bones than having had just the one. If you want, we can lay your plank down, see if it'll reach, see if our friend blows the bridge to pieces, or starts hollerin' at us to go to hell or shootin' at us. If it crosses over, or seems to want to meet us halfway, we can interact with it then. If it just stands there tauntin' us, we don't get baited by it. That sound fair?"