"I'd warn ya against rootin' for that but I got a feelin' you are, Mathis or not," Raylan admitted with a slight bob of his head and a pointed gaze. Did he think John was borderline suicidal? He would not put it past him.

"Guess that means I'm askin' him." Raylan sat back in his chair, tonguing his teeth. "You want me to report back what he gives me? John Henry might tell me more than he tells you and despite how much our hats make us alike, we don't see eye to eye on everything. Wouldn't be surprised if safety by ignorance is somethin' he's used to."

They might be frighteningly similar but somehow they were also strikingly different.