Malcolm Bright

Raylan made a face. "Winoa does pilates - I thought it was the same thing."

He sighed as he slid into a seat, adjusting his hat back on his head just far enough to break the hardedge it gave him.

"At a gas station outside of one of the hollars. Its close to one of the properties that I was talkin' about last night. Gives us a good place to start today. Do you think he'd hold her while he looked for another one or would his.. it get the better of him?"