It wasn't hard to miss the rebuke in the emphasis. Raylan wished his hands weren't empty. Smoking had never been his vice but getting up to get some shine right now would be a different kind of telling that he didn't want to tell. It gave his hands anything to do that wasn't worry his thumb against his index finger.

"You say that like the entire Marshal service ends their career in the ground. Any trouble I go lookin' for is backed by the might and power of the US Government and their resources. That means men, firepower, CI's and whatever else we got to throw at it. Deal with it out there so it don't come back here. Deal with the trouble at home the same way." He shook his head and stood up, unable to sit so idle.

"What the hell else would I do, Doc? This is the only thing I'm good at, shootin' shit and catchin' bad guys. No place for that at some greeter position in Wal-Mart."