Boyd and Raylan both knew this house too well. Too many years of sitting on the porch or in the screened back dealing with Arlo - That screen door didn't just swing shut unless there was some gust of wind and Boyd hadn't felt any such thing. He didn't know how it was possible, but she was the only new variable.

"The guy?" Boyd asks, completely confused.

Raylan shifts his weight to the side to cover Athena as she postures, unconsciously trying to protect her from her proceived threat.

"Meet Boyd Crowder. Fastest talkin' crime lord in Harlan these days. He's not gonna hurt you. Not in front of me."