"I don't know," Raylan breathed with a shake of his head, Neal's forgiveness washed under the new crash of guilt and worry. "I haven't seen him yet." Dark, pupil blown eyes turned to Malcolm was they made their way across the fields.

"I'm sure he got out. He had to get out." Henry didn't survive this long to be eaten by a fire, right? Raylan hadn't had his turn in burying the first of his loves here, but somehow he knew that it was coming.

"We'll find him. Neal first. One Body at a time."