Arlo's down with a bullet in the belly, clasping at himself with slippery red hands. Raylan's aim was off and he hopes that he didn't do it on purpose, hopes that his hand slipped. Suddenly, something he read a long, long time comes back to him.

Babies, you've got to be kind.

He brings up his gun and he ends up. There are then before Arlo can say whatever he's got his mouth open to say.