Tim knew that look. He could feel the half telepathic vibes coming his way and he knew what Raylan wanted and why. That didn't mean he wanted to acquiesce but he knew what his partner was asking and what was worse? He knew Raylan was right.

He shot a quick look back at the older marshal and then set his hands on his slender hips. Classic Southern stubborn.

"It was me," he said with simple directness. "I died down in that tunnel. It was my blood."