"Why? This ain't the frontier or Hollywood," Raylan said with a scoff and a smirk, fully getting Doc's implication. He didn't know how they did things in the 1800's, but the state of Kentucky didn't much care what year it was.

He turned and headed off the porch, trusting that Malcolm would be following behind.

"There better not be any sex shops between us and these houses, otherwise I'm callin' bullshit on the liquor," he added, loud enough for everyone to hear.