It wasn't a skill Raylan was very good at. He got the job done, but he lacked subtly. Like trying to kill someone with a sledgehammer. It was kind of hard to miss. Where his will overtook the other's, it was noticeable. But when someone like Boyd did such a thing, people so very rarely knew they'd been altered. They acted as though it were their idea all along. Or automatically blurred the edges of a hole in their memory. It was a scalpel sharp blade. People wouldn't know anything had happened until they saw the blood on their hands.

Raylan just looked pointedly at Tim as he reached for the door. But he didn't open it yet. "I told you it's dangerous, what you've been doin'. Now you know why." As if to punctuate his words, he yanked the door open.