Our boys and dad are in the car, and, irritated by his snoring, Art wakes Raylan up. Raylan points out that no one has approached the mailbox they're staking out, but Tim tells him, "You were snorin' really loud." Somehow I bet Lindsey doesn't mind so much. After some typical three-way banter with an edge, Art asks where Raylan was the day before -- as I pointed out, he was gone from the office for rather a long time -- and says he's been keeping "addict hours," almost like the baby's already been born. Art asks Tim to back him up, but Tim, awesomely, declines to take sides, and I admit it's a pretty close race between Raylan and Art as to who I'd less rather have mad at me. Art, however, breaks the tie by threatening Tim with morning prisoner transfer detail, so Tim admits that Raylan has seemed a little tired. "Smart money in the office pool is on exotic dancin'." That's some pretty genius money, there. Raylan asks Art what he thinks he's been up to, but Art replies nothing, because he knows that Raylan knows it's against the policy of their office for him to do anything on the side. Even blogging? Damn, I was looking forward to reading Raylan's bon mots about his day. Then again, I'm sure he can come up with a clever web pseudonym. Speaking of clever, Raylan shifts the focus by mentioning the expensive whiskey Patrick brought by, and brings Tim into the conversation as he supposes that Patrick is after Art's job, which is why Art's out there with them now. He offers that they can talk about it, but Art has to focus Raylan's attention on the fact that a boy of about thirteen has just pedaled up to the mailbox on a bike.
As he retrieves the contents, Tim makes the kid as the grandson "Milo," and when he bikes off, the boys try to follow at a safe distance. Unfortunately, Milo figures out that they're on his tail pretty quickly, but Tim's eagle eyes lead to them tracking him all the way even as Milo yells to his kin that "these guys are pervies!" Kid, if Raylan and Tim were into dudes, they wouldn't have to look farther than each other. Milo keeps up his cry of "Perverts!" even as he runs into the house, which leads several rather armed members of his family to appear. Our boys identify themselves, but the leader of this crew isn't impressed, saying that if he's seen one badge, he's seen a hundred. Tim: "You must be Jud." Hee. The ID is confirmed, and Jud tells them to get off the property. He starts counting seconds, which prompts Tim hilariously to remark to Raylan that he's stealing Raylan's bit, but Raylan has some other words he's like to share -- anyone that flinches is going to die right in front of his or her kin. Once again, however, the kids are unimpressed, but the hostilities are brought to an end by the appearance of the absolutely fantastic Beth Grant, and I'm only surprised it took the show this long to cast her.