"You're the one that's holdin' the gun," Boyd points out reasonably.

"I'm the one with the badge too," Raylan retorts You wanna talk to me, fine but you don't do it by breakin' into my house, I don't care how often Arlo let you in."

"Crowder is a fine name, by the way," he continues as he starts walking forwards. Raylan moves back with him, left hand carefully steering Athena in time to keep her where she was behind his shoulder.

"Shame it's got a rap sheet about as long as the county attached to it, huh. Shit Boyd, you coulda been a highflyin' accountant or something," Raylan clucks.

"Best not let anyone else find out what you got with you, Raylan, whatever she is."

"Thanks for the warning. Now get off my porch."