"Shoulda brought a bottle of moonshine," Raylan says lowly, hands on his canted hips as he stared across at the house holding the figure at the window. "He ain't gonna come across on his own. He ain't gonna cross at all."

Raylan looked over at Doc. "Let's go talk to Five then, see what he knows and if that figure wasn't out of the house when he got lobbed back over like a tennis ball then I'm comin' back and I'm crossin' this damned bridge." The bridge was gestured at with a finger before he turned on his heel and started back towards town.