It wasn't a matter of his standing with the Service. It was about finishing what he'd been called in to do. It was about ensuring that there wasn't any hook left to drag him kicking and screaming back into the dusty backwater hollers of white trash America. He had no problem leaving Arlo behind, he'd done that when he was 19 and nothing had changed, to his mind.

Raylan watched Tim's features sidelong, clocking the 1000 yard stare that put him a million miles away.

"I'm not gonna let that happen, Tim," he said quietly but firmly. "You were good to try to help him." Raylan hoped Tim wouldn't stop that. "You were right to put him down. He gave you not choice, as sad as that was. No way out for him other than that or prison.. Doubt he'd d well there without more self destruction... I don't want to see the same thing happen to you."