Malcolm Bright

"30 minutes ahead of us. Everything depends on how he drives. We might cut a 3 hour drive down into two. Less than if we're real lucky," he replied, glancing in his rearview. "Let's hope our guy takes his time."

By the time they hit Harlan county lines, Raylan's jaw had stayed tensed. It would have been a great time to smoke. It was evident how fast he was going as soon as they touched dirt road, a magnificent plumb of dust kicking up behind him.

"If you won't take a gun, you'll get the crowbar out of the trunk. But make sure you don't lose it, that thing cost me 30 bucks."