Malcolm, meanwhile, got to his feet, dusting himself off fairly uselessly. He was too dusty for a bit of dusting off to do any good.

"Niece and nephew," Malcolm told him. He could see from the man's face that Raylan had nailed it the first time.

The man looked at him oddly. "How the hell do you know?"

"You told me," Malcolm said simply, and the man gave him a dirty look. "Answer the deputy's question," he said in a calm but firm voice.