"No," he replied firmly. "We'll pick a house. The one closest works fine." He still didn't want this shit staining their house more than it already had. He glanced behind him and picked out out. "That one."

He trusted Malcolm to make sure Neal got moving. But first he had to get his goddamned plums. Raylan and his converse (it was so weird to walk in these) strode over to his sprawled bag and crammed the fallen items hastily back into the bag before stalking after them.