Malcolm Bright

"Yes ma'am," he assured with a bob of his head, steady as ever. If he'd been wearing his hat, he'd have tipped it at her. "Even if that means putting someone else into a pine box."

Raylan offered her a crooked smile. "I know it's not home and gardens in the society page, but if you're itching for humans of the small variety, I've got a dangerously cute little girl in joint custody."