Tim sat quietly and absorbed what Raylan shared. It was good information, sounded like reading out of a file jacket. Information that Tim could retain easily enough.

He was inwardly glad to hear the way the older marshal walked it all out. So often when Raylan spoke about the town his emotions, legitimate emotions, seemed to get the better of him and derailed the lawman. This was the kind of information that Tim could work with; even if it was so scatter shot there was no solid theory to follow.

What else did they have. Tim worked over his own experiences looking for anything that Raylan hadn't mentioned.

"Does everyone arrive on the beach?"