Raylan nodded shortly with a faint lift of his brows. Oh so they'd met? Good. The circle of community was startin' to turn.

"Henry it is." It was nice that someone was proud of their father, for any reason. Raylan gave him a soft curl of his smile and another bob of his head. "I'll pull in a few more logs for the fire, give it a little somethin' to eat on before callin' it."

He bobbed his head politely and headed out towards the woodpile.