Oh thank god. Having had enough bad experiences slipping on traction and smashing his face, Raylan was desperately pleased that he didn't have to do either. Shit Malcolm was fast.

Raylan came to a stop and squatted down, one hand move over and around Malcolm's shoulders. "Hey," he started, half instinctually, not winded and with no sense of retaliation in his tone. "You can't go up there."

Oh yes. He saw where Malcolm had looked, where he had started to head and Raylan knew that path like the back of his hand now. He knew where it lead. Never mind that Tim was already up there, Raylan wasn't going to lose someone else to that fucking lighthouse if he could help it.