Malcolm Bright

"He's gotta find 'em first," was Raylan's only reply as he cleaned up the rest of his steak, listening to Malcolm go on. "You just gotta mind your buttons. Daddies think all kinda things - we don't have to beat him with the truth. Let 'im think what he wants, for now."

He was not above lying, himself, or bending the truth to get around people like this. Arlo had tempered him well in being forced to ignore some of the sins of the father for better ends.

Raylan nodded again. "It'll be fine."