"What, you've been kidnapped by some mythical mystical supernatural being?" He scoffed and quirked a grin but the tone about it wasn't condescension or disbelief. "Considerin' what I read in that book, I would not be surprised by you sayin' yes. But I agree with writin' it down. Even if we're dangerously close to that one Adam Sandler movie."

He gestured at house coming up on them. "This is me. Pretty sure we've still got a fire goin', even if John Henry or Malcolm are out. Might even be some coffee on, if you're interested. If not, we also got moonshine as a backup. Though that might induce some memory loss, be forewarned."

Raylan led him up into the little stoop and into the front door where he would be greeted by just that environment, coffee wafting through the air.