Technically, Willa was still a few months away, more like 5 months, 4 and a half if he hadn't lost count; he was bad at keeping track of it all. That was Winona's department, he was just around to go on snack runs and emotional support, when he was around at all. But that wasn't the point and he didn't need Doc to be accurate to bluntly make his point.

Raylan hated that Doc made sense, nevermind that he had asked for it. Seemed like a waste of time - Surely the kid popped over and was just swept off. His jaw worked as he inhaled, the breath squaring up his shoulders as his chin ducked, stealing a glance over at Malcolm at his agreeable nodding and shook his head.

How 'bout you go and I'll stay here with the bridge? But he knew that wouldn't get him anywhere and frankly, he would be hard pressed to get the bridge over by himself.

"And if it did? Since we got no recourse for force push or whatever the hell it is, we just waste an afternoon buildin' a bridge to chicken out because Five had a bad run of it?" He threw up a hand and stalked over to their makeshift bridge.

"Fine. We place it, see and then go talk to Five. We can fight more then." He was sure they would, way this was going.