Fourteen. Raylan openedly laughed, a rare treat that almost echoed softly in the quiet around them. "Know for a fact he did and he ain't the only one. Shit, we had 9 year olds smokin' in Harlan. I started shooting at ten. Some taken in whore houses for their first time at 13."
No, growing up fast was a secondary trait of the country.
"Been stockin' up on rope instead. Still holdin' out for zipties. Cheapest way to keep someone, in my opinion." There were arguments to be had for different types of restraints. He snorted at the idea of Doc as his bulldog.
"Well there's no worry about that, either way. Gentleman never kisses and tells and that's not really my flavor of jam." Like that wasn't generally clear to begin with, though many might argue that the Marshal didn't really see himself objectively.
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No, growing up fast was a secondary trait of the country.
"Been stockin' up on rope instead. Still holdin' out for zipties. Cheapest way to keep someone, in my opinion." There were arguments to be had for different types of restraints. He snorted at the idea of Doc as his bulldog.
"Well there's no worry about that, either way. Gentleman never kisses and tells and that's not really my flavor of jam." Like that wasn't generally clear to begin with, though many might argue that the Marshal didn't really see himself objectively.