"You're not going to," he assured, rubbing his hand across Malcolm's shoulder. He wanted to tell Malcolm that he wasn't, he wasn't dangerous but it would be a flat lie. Neal laying bleeding in their living room was proof enough of that.

"Not to a farm upstate if that's what you think." Raylan turned him back towards town and got them going. "Just for a walk darlin', that's all. Get you outta there for a few minutes, let Doc clean up. Let's go look at the tree line, huh? Movement will help."