Of course they were. Capable men that they were. And Malcolm was right, over all, Raylan being there would have been trouble.

He slowed to a stop, frowning deeply as he looked behind them and at the treeline.

"Yeah.. Yeah it was. What the hell?" He started walking again, a little fast than before, despite the pain until he was standing just about where the center of the gap was. "Tell me she's not fucking with me specifically. All that goddamned work and there isn't even a tear in the land to show for it. This feels personal." After the night he'd had, how could he think otherwise.