There was another subtle flex of his jaw. As if Martin wasn't already low enough in his opinion, that put him lower. Raylan couldn't say anything to what Malcolm had experienced, even just in adulthood, so he didn't.

"Couldn't return you to Gil with more than a minor scratch. At least the same condition you were loaned to me in." It was as close to a 'You're welcome' as Raylan could get, and he gave it with a crooked pull of his lips. "I think I hear the EMT's. Let's go meet 'em, get you checked out and a band-aid on that thing and get you back home to clean up. Last thing either of us needs is her seeing you with brain matter on ya."