Malcolm Bright

Raylan smirked at him, eyebrows rising into his own wrinkles in amusement. "We don't even kick people out for a few wayward punches. God knows I've done worse than that, they ain't got rid of me yet."

It helped that he was very good at his job.

"I take it you know how to work this stuff," he said, pointing at the cameras. "Unless you'd rather do the light reading.." The log book was wiggled in his hand.