Raylan's anger didn't ebb with the punches or the space that grew between him and the Whitly family, and his stride didn't ease beyond stopping to pick his weapon back up and him sliding in the car. Breathing deeply, Raylan examined his fist, swore at himself for losing his temper again, and threw the car into reverse.

He and his team had a twelve hour drive ahead of them, and an irritated Raylan to boot.

"All this driving shit to save money," he cussed to himself as he headed towards the hotel.