"Really?" He nodded in approval. "Then it shouldn't be a problem. I'm sure we're gonna have to resort to some kinda soup in this cold weather. Beans maybe."

The further they got away from the gap, the better that Raylan felt, despite his stubborn resolve to be unbothered on the surface by it, and that did nothing to stop the churning idea in his head.

"It'll be nice to have, cornbread."