Progress was being made; Raylan pulled back easily to meet Malcolm's eyes with wet hazel ones. No matter which way his pessimistic brain came at that, he couldn't come up with anything other than - "And what if it all means nothin'? What if this is all chaos and I'm chasin' my own goddamned tail?"

There was no anger in the swearword, just desperation to not be foolish enough to know that he was being led around the merry mulberry bush.