Raylan was seething, a million sharp words clattering behind the vice grip of his jaw, painfully aware of where every man was standing and working out his odds of how many he could shoot before being gunned down himself.

"She can do a hellva lot better too, Boyd, now-"

That's when Carl comes out with a gun to Athena's head and Raylan's vision goes red. To hell with the odds, he pulls his gun and starts firing. First is poor Carl who doesn't get but half a sound out of warning before Raylan is blowing his head off and Boyd's next, getting shot in his other shoulder as Raylan darts forward in his crouched stride. The men on either side of the porch start firing, and Raylan pops the closest, gets shot in the arm himself and swings around to put down the offending gunmen.

"Get back inside Athena, right now, right now," he commands, one hand locked around her arm as he hauls her unceremoniously to her feet and into the door. The front door is shut and locked behind them, and Raylan strides into the kitchen, gun still raised and turning on the first face he sees. Ava.

"Who else is in the house, Ava?"

"I-I don't know Raylan, I swear it."

The look he gave her could have melted stone. "Athena, you get under that table and don't move an inch until I give you the all clear. Ava, you go with her and I swear to god, anythin' happens to this girl, I will put you right next to your daddy in that graveyard."