Raylan wasn't young enough, dumb enough, thin-skinned enough or insecure enough to ever think he was anywhere in the same ballpark as the guy they'd just picked up.

"There is a middle ground, ya know. Several shades of it," he said, glancing at Malcolm briefly, since it was never smart to take your eyes off the road for too long. "Because I'm sure as shit not the same as him either. He might not have gotten off on it, but he used a life for his own purpose and interior design. That's not just being emotional. He didn't have to do that - he coulda just gotten his girl, but he wanted to be cruel."