"Whatever Malcolm might have told me or the big fuckin' kid killer that cut him," Raylan snapped back, not giving Martin time enough to answer before he and his finger that kept gesturing his point without his hand moving from the casual crook it'd taken at the start of all this.

But he knew his own temper and almost visibly pulled it back in, taking on a near patient tone as he continued, despite the fact that his eyes were a little wider and fully pissed off.

"Quarles took that initiative all on his own. Which means I don't know what you've been telling other people, but if you don't want your son dead, you might want to swing the other way with that one, go back to your 'Dad of the Year' bullshit and keep your bad fucking decisions to yourself."