"Not the center of town," Raylan specified. "I've seen this before, this happened in the Other Mathis after I died," he continued, chest still heaving a little too heavily. His eyes didn't stay still, shifting back to the roaring fire every few seconds with an open concern for it's rage.

But he was amazingly easy to herd, now that he'd been roped in, though Dorian was smart to keep his position. Raylan was anything but predictable when the situation shifts, unless you were Tim and had been following his narrow ass for the last few years.

Raylan's gait slowed as he looked back, face twisted in confusion. "Wait, what? You did that? What do you mean partially?" Jesus, had he just almost died? He had felt like it, but it was easier to blame Mathis and not the guy who had just picked him up off the ground.