[And the Cowboy would let him - Raylan wasn't looking to be a crutch unless he had too. Still, a wary eye would be kept just in case John decided to go all tilty.]

Cussin' at the lighthouse can wait. It's still there.. For now. [No, he couldn't take the ass conversation any further - he knew John's type. Give an inch of room to give shit and he'd take a mile. All in good fun but still.]

But this ain't exactly promising for our submission to be Town of the goddamned Year.