"Yes, I was in the military," he agreed. "But I was a scout sniper. We're trained to work alone, broken off from the unit and on our own. Sometimes I would have a spotter, but it was me protecting them, not the other way around."

Reaching up to brush his temple with his fingers, Tim ran his tongue along his lower lip before lowering his hand.

"It doesn't work that way. I respect that Raylan trusts you and the others, and that's about par for the course. He wants to trust people, even when he keeps getting burned. I don't trust people, Malcolm it's as simple as that and I trust Raylan to be Raylan.

If you and I were both hanging off a cliff, he would save you and let me get my own ass out of trouble. He wouldn't do it to be spiteful. He'd do it because that is what he expects of me. To have his back and to be competent enough to get both of us out of the shit when it breaks."