Once Malcolm was settled, Raylan wrapped a hand back around his shoulder, a thumb brushing back and forth in an echo of the comfort that they'd taken to spreading on each other, the gesture of comfort he spread among all his lovers.

"Better that she did it that way. Outta my reach." Out of state by several thousand miles seemed to be the minimum required distance. "I didn't see her again until I got to Lexington after I was reassigned.. She works.. Worked in the courthouse where the Marshal's office is."

So he still saw her most every day, when she was working. It sucked.

"But I got a little girl waitin' for me somewhere... One I'd murder to keep from sufferin' what you did.. Where'd you wake up after he chloroformed you?" Obviously he didn't get murdered, Malcolm was now thirty something years old.