Malcolm Bright

He couldn't help but laugh, drawing Willa's enraptured attention at the sudden pleasing timber from her father.

"I know a few people who'd disagree with you. Loudly, if allowed. And I doubt very much that there's anythin' about you that you imitate. Even if you don't eat beer tenderloin, or much wine. But thank you," he said with an incline of his hat brim.

"I'll take the compliment without argument."

The waitress came back with their food, setting three eggs in front of Malcolm with a plate on the side, one larger country ham, and Raylan's french toast. He thanked her with a nod and picked up his silverware. "In the interest of not portioning out your food, push whatever you don't want off onto the second plate, we'll see what Willa makes of it."