Raylan gave a frustrated sigh, extending his injured arm again. "Little maggot's lucky this was the table, not his face," he said. He wasn't even going to give Anders the dignity of calling him a man. Even if he hadn't thought the circles ought to stand, Raylan was pretty sure he'd never condone killing hundreds of innocents.

"Whatever you can do for this hand, I'd appreciate it. Writing with the left sucks."