"If I could have reached it, it might have been valuable," he reiterated stubbornly, refusing to give air to the self doubts that were already crawling out of the shadows to scold him.

When Raylan started to work his way to sitting Tim levered himself up on an elbow. As he saw the damage to the older marshal's feet he hissed and began to push himself to hands and knees.

"Is there a first aid kit in here? We need to clean those lacer..." was as far as he got in his fussing when the explosive sound of shattering glass overrode his words. He went readily when Raylan pulled him down, but also threw himself the short distance between them to get his body between his partner and the flurry of shattered glass caught on the wind now pouring in through their breached sanctuary.

"This town really wants to kill us!" He said close to Raylan's ear, reaching up with one hand to tuck the older man's face into the safety of his chest. "Any other ideas?!"