"Unless you know of another one around," Raylan confirmed with a note of amusement. His accent alone would do any other confirming that Gil might need.

"Something like that, yeah. We'll make sure he gets back up your way with as few holes in him as possible once this is taken care of. Thanks for your time." Harlan was full of killers and Raylan was one, but he only shot people who made him shoot them. It was a complicated balance, but it meant that he was used to dealin with and talking about death.

After he hung up, Raylan grabbed his case folder and ambled back into the conference room.