It wasn't cowardly or selfish; Raylan couldn't blame them for not wanting to bury another known face. Not one they'd lived and sat with and built a sense of community with. It had been hard enough to bury people they barely knew. But instead of answering it with anything, he took a deep breath, resettled his hat on his head and looked over at his companions, tone back down to the same beguiling affable calm as he normally had.

"Rope isn't a bad idea, in case my eyes off." It wasn't but being short wasn't the only way something fell in a hole. "I was thinkin' we work it across as is, lifting it up to compensate for the bend. Tallest of us up front and we should be fine, but the rope'll help if it does fall." He eyed the houses around them more than a bit aggressively, like he might be able to light them on fire with his gaze alone.

"Might find some in one of these garages. We'll need two coils."