Hands on his hips, Raylan tilted his head down, his hat obscuring his face. He wasn't trying to delay, he just couldn't settle on which part exactly that he meant. Because it wasn't just one part. It was all of it. Breaking it down into individual components that he could put into words that Tim could understand just wasn't happening. But he had to say something or else Tim would keep hounding him. "The part where I stop," he said finally, lifting his head enough to look at the deputy.