Making sure Raylan's set, Bill takes a step back and lets out a tired breath.

"Alright, just sit tight here a sec. I've gotta go take care of Mrs. Freeda. You picked a helluva yard to bed down in, she's been callin' all mornin' 'bout trespassers an' dead bodies."

Patting Raylan's shoulder, Bill shuts the door and heads back to Mrs. Freeda's door and knocks.

"Mrs. Freeda?"