“Yeah, she’s a trip. Every time I talk to her, I think I’m making some progress and then she starts snarling again,” he relays with a light laugh. He takes a sip of whiskey. “Warlords, right?”

At the remark about Town Hall, he smiles wryly. “But not the fire in Raylan. I hope he worked something out of his system. I’m worried about him.” He lifts his eyes to Doc’s face again. “And you.”