Malcolm grinned at him, hoping that giddiness could be mistaken for the thrill of the chase.

"Funny story, I..."

He was cut off by his prisoner suddenly bringing his head back in a sharp backwards head but that sent Malcolm to the ground, trying to get up and go after him through stars in his vision that left him sprawled in the dust, trying to push himself upright.

Luckily, he'd looked over at Raylan and avoided a broken nose, but he'd probably suffer a bruise to his cheekbone.