"Danny Crowe.." It took him a long moment before his eyebrows lifted again. "Wait a minute, you don't mean the Crowes outta Florida, do you?" That was a blast from the past. He'd taken the older brother, Darrel to prison to join his daddy behind bars. Raylan took off his hat and pulled down a cup before hunting down and pulling out a teabag. "Shit, one day I'm gonna have to get spoilers from you and Tim."

But her question lingered in the air around him and he kept his eyes on the cup, chin and eyebrows lifting slightly to give all the sense that he felt as casual as he sounded about what happened.

"Plainly put, I mean my face and torso got torn outta me. Only thing keepin' me together was my spine." He looked over, knowing that wasn't the real question. "It didn't seem to stick. People die here. Some people come back. Some people don't. I hope you like jasmine tea because that's the only thing this house has, apparently."