Unfortunately for Boyd—unfortunately for all of them, really—the Crowder has touched a nerve. It’s only Raylan’s corralling her that keeps Athena behind him.

“I’m a whoever not a whatever you viagra-sucking limpdick wannabe untrimmed hedge.”

A sound behind them, back toward the driveway, jerks her attention in that direction. There’s another guy getting out of a new vehicle—another two guys, both of them giving off a very hired thug vibe. One of them has a shotgun. Instinctively, Athena reaches out and grabs a handful of Raylan’s flannel.