Malcolm Bright

"Makes you sound like Arlo's house.. Except you've got curb appeal." Raylan slid into the taxi and let Malcolm rattle off his address.

"Your mother shouldn't chide you in front of strangers," he said, admitting to another piece of irritation as his right hand thumb pushed his finger around some more. "I don't think she acknowledges who or what you and I stop out there.."

It was good work and her mental security was, in part, due to their efforts and many other people like them.