The swagger and step got a little more clear as Raylan got closer and all the confirmation he needed about who he was cat stalking was the familiar flick and floating scent of a cigarette. He shouldn't have been surprised. Not even death could keep John from being out testing fate.
Instead of calling out, Raylan whistled, a sound that echoed out ahead of him.
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Instead of calling out, Raylan whistled, a sound that echoed out ahead of him.