"I feel like 'yet' is the operative word," Raylan muttered under his breath as he shut the door.

All three Marshal's nodded and started towards the barn, their usual gait traded for the slight hunker and quickstep taken by almost all Law Enforcement when they were coming into a place. Raylan pointed Tim and Rachel at the side door opening further away as he and Malcolm headed towards the closer one.

The mill was dark, opening room lit only by the door they were going into that clearly didn't connect to whatever door Tim and Rachel were heading towards. Somewhere, deeper in the building (and likely connected to the other open entrance on the far side of the impressively long mill), the sound of a saw buzzed to life.

Raylan's short quick steps turned into a run.