Malcolm ran up the stairs of the third house, disappeared into it for a few minutes, then bounded out empty-handed to rush into the fourth.

This time, he emerged triumphant, with Raylan’s (only slightly damp) hat on his head, grinning as he trotted back to Raylan with the prize. When he reached him, he took it off his own head and set it on Raylan’s.

“Back where it belongs.”