There was the slightest release of tension and Raylan found himself smirking with a wholly amused look at the sudden injection of raw enthusiasm. He looked at Rachel, finding her to have the same kind of expression before she nodded at him and turned away.

"You betta bring him back, Raylan," she warned, earning a sheepishly amused look at her as he adjusted his hat and headed towards the car. Malcolm was looked at from under the wrinkles of his forehead as he opened the door to the car.

"I think that third one is all yours to claim," he said before sliding into his seat and closing the door, starting the car and waiting for Malcolm to finish getting in before he started turning and driving them out, leaving the crime scene for the local PD to take care of.

It was the good part about his job; all he had was paperwork once the bad guy was caught.