[Raylan gave him a look. No, John wasn't going to get an answer to that. He had no responsibility to that; here in Mathis, there were few choices and Raylan was a smart man to not discount John's skills and wisdom.

That and he was an awful lot like Tim in some ways, brash and evenly unapologetic; a sarcastic ass. Raylan was self aware enough to know he needed that.]

Yeah well, manage to curb yourself somehow, I'm not interested in that kinda dick wavin' contest.

[The fog loomed ahead of them, all of fifteen feet ahead, and Raylan slowed to a stop.]

Alright, Occult Detective. What do you make of this?