Malcolm Bright

Malcolm, unarmed, was at least polite enough to stay behind the Marshalls. When the man opened the door, he watched his face for microexpressions: stress responses...fear responses.

And he saw both.

"Ain't seen 'im," the man said, preparing to shut the door.

"Yes you have," Malcolm countered with certainty from behind Raylan's elbow. "Recently. Today?" He considered the man's face. "No. Yesterday? Yes. Yesterday. And he frightened you. You're scared he'll come back."

"I ain't fuckin' scared of him or anyone else, pipsqueak," he spat, making to take a step towards Malcolm.