Tim was first, marching a girl about 15 years old in front of him and the train of insults echoed out in front of her, to no real effect on the Marshal moving her towards a central point.

"Catch a live one, huh?" he called over the space towards Malcolm, looking around for Raylan. They hadn't heard any shots, which was a good thing, but their worry wasn't worth much with a pissed off and red eye'd Raylan coming up from the back. The kid he had, also couldn't be but 15 had a few black eyes himself and a bloody nose, but neither of them looked like they were in a talking mood.

Raylan frowned slightly as he walked his guy forward. "Malcolm? What're you doin' here?" He looked over at Tim. "Didn't realize back up needed back up."