Of course Doc shot - Raylan wasn't surprised to hear it. If he was telling the truth about when he came from, everyone and their mother generally knew how to handle a gun and those that didn't didn't really live long enough to make more people. Rough way of the world, but it was what it was - at least to his imagination with the context of gun filled Harlan behind him.

"No, it don't. And I can't put my finger quite on why." He glanced over uselessly, tracking his way back to the house by the straight line he walked to get here. "How well do you shoot? In case we do find weapons."