Raylan had no clever, dry witted quip to come back with. Self fulfilling graves wasn't the craziest thing he had heard and while Raylan was not a religious or superstitious man, there were things at work here beyond his understanding. He couldn't rightly say that Mathis wouldn't give him more things to put in those graves.

But by the time he came back, those thoughts were miles away, taken over by the much more insistent, pertinent now and the way Doc had pulled his hand back from Raylan's grasp. Raylan stared at him, eyes narrowed fractionally as the hair on the back of his neck started to rise.

"Let me see your hand, Doc," he said quietly, turning his hand up and out but not grabbing this time. "I just wanna look in your palm, it's okay."