Raylan is sure that Henry would say that even if the girls had tried to talk him into robbing a bank. There was some very sweet bias there that was hard to miss here on their little homestead but it hadn't ever been for the faint of heart. He couldn't have chosen a better person to tackle it with.

"Winona gave you an earful, huh?" He huffs a breath. "Don't worry, she called to file her complaints. It's her mother's fault really. Nothin' but a rose colored glass bell that she raised her daughters in. Pray you never meet Gloria."

He looks over sidelong, lips curled up in an amused smirk. "They've gotta go back to their mothers so that I can miss 'em," he admits. "Give me a few more hours of silence and then ask me that again. But you're right about the rest. Besides, it'd be terribly unfair to leave you here to hold our side of the pillow and fort wars all on your own against such vicious numbers."

When the girls got going, normally after a few demands to ride around on one set of shoulders or a back to ride like 'the horsies', it was more taxing than 4 day long stakeouts or those brief, violent gunfights.

"Gotta admit, at least my demons are just assholes in fancy cars who can't handle the cold. More paperwork but at least they're a little borin'."