The Marshal's smile warmed as he glanced over. Gil might live longer but he'd be poorer for it. Raylan knows he would, and he'd only known Malcolm coming on eight or so months. Malcolm kept the math better than he did.

But his smile faded as Gil came around to his question and Raylan nodded. "What I am guessing are the basics. I know about the cabin trip, the chloroform, the girl in the basement. He called the cops, you're the one that responded. Jessica threw a vase.." Raylan looked over. "How'd Martin take the arrest? I've had the misfortune of meeting him; I know what particular flavor of asshole he is."