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If he'd been looking to see or strike some uncertainty or fear in Raylan, he'd sized up the wrong cowboy.

Martin didn't get the last word in before Raylan punched him solidly with a right hook, left coming in to fist in that perfect fucking sweater to keep Martin from getting away so that he could pop him two more times with unbridled fury and shove him to the ground. No doubt there'd be some imprint from the horseshoe ring afterwards.

"Now its about you."

Mr David, ever watchful, had readied himself as Martin stepped forward, familiar with the look in the Doctor's eye but even that readiness wasn't quick enough to in the room and around Raylan before his hands were free. Mr David did, however, take Raylan up by his shirt and start pushing him out of the room.

That, Raylan let happen with a dangerous look as he turned himself and strode out.