Inside, Wynn has an actually bemused look on his face instead of the faux-bemused one he normally favors as he tells Raylan he's not sure what's going on here. By way of answering, Raylan asks Hunter if he remembers a little kerfuffle involving Arlo, an assault charge, and a dog belonging to someone named (I think) "Johnson McClaren." Hunter stays mum until Raylan casually kicks over the chair he's sitting in, and the hilarious part is that Hunter seethes as the chair topples, knowing it's going over but -- thanks to his shackles -- being powerless to prevent it. Hee. After he groans from the impact, he tells the room that the dog was shitting on the Givens' lawn, and Arlo roughed McLaren up over it, so Hunter arrested him. As he gets Hunter back upright, Raylan recalls that the dog was some kind of collie mix, prompting Wynn to offer that he had a Yorkie growing up. Hee. Not that it's a surprise, since he barely flinched when Barclay got his head blown off right next to him, but I love how unfazed Wynn always is by almost anything going on around him. Raylan's point, however, is that this could have led to an all-out war -- Arlo wanted to pull the Crowders in to go after the Sorensons, who were kin to the McLarens -- until his mother, Frances, intervened. Upon seeing Raylan's foot moving into position again, Hunter grits that Frances called a meeting, and Raylan says that she decided it was time for all the parties to hash things out. He goes on that she had some French blood in her, and she told Raylan that the very term "hashing it out" came from the French word "hatchet," meaning "to cut through all the bullshit." That's either pretty dried bullshit or a pretty dull hatchet, but even though I'm sitting on a heavy couch, I still probably shouldn't interrupt Raylan when he's making a point.