While Tim had grown to have a small understanding of the vehemence with which Raylan loathed this town, it was very obvious that this was something else. Clenched teeth, rabid animosity was one thing. Raylan was right on the edge of a rant the likes would rival some of Boyd Crowder's lengthy prose.

"Do you have reason to believe we could make it to the lodge?" Again the question was both leading and sincere. Tim kept his hands down, one hooked in the back pocket of his slacks as he very casually, yet deliberately, began to maneuver himself around in an attempt to get between Raylan and going any deeper into the forest.

"What's 'real darkness' as opposed to what we've talked about prior to this?"

What the ever loving fuck happened to you, Handsome.