This was how they operated; tit for tat, snark for snark, a favor for a favor. It was a comfortable push-and-pull they'd picked up in a fairly short amount of time. Where Tim liked working with Rachel for her level head and decisiveness, he liked working with Raylan for his wildcard nature and how it kept Tim on his toes.

He trusted very few people to watch his back the way Raylan did.

"He was still standin' when I left him," Tim said, waving a dismissive hand between them. He was pretty sure the guy puked in the bathroom for ten minutes afterwards, and was certainly unsteady on his feet outside, but that wasn't Tim's problem.

To answer Raylan's question, he tugged on the worn collar of the too-big flannel hanging off his frame. "Gonna start a collection."