If they weren't getting beaten half to death by wind, Raylan might enjoy the push and pull that they were engaged in to stay in one spot, the both of them using most of their muscles for it. It was good that they were in shape. If they weren't, Mathis would have been working on fixing that.

Raylan couldn't help the reckless grin that was sighed away with a bob of his head before he nodded and jerked his head towards the Gull.

"Tree's'd give us better cover but I don't trust her. We can try, c'mon," he directed, turning Tim and judging by the grip of his hand, with no intentions of letting the man go. Part of him worried that if they did, a sheet of rain would come in separate them somehow.