"Unless you can retrieve my phone number out of that flat telephone, I do not know it. I am the owner and proprietor of a bar by the name of Shorty's, in Purgatory. You may write me there or come visit, should you wish to." He does not expect it, but it would be nice. He might make his way down to Kentucky too, once the Earp curse is lifted and his assistance is no longer required. He is not foolish or hopeful enough to believe she actually loves him back enough to ask him to stay. Or perhaps it will be Florida by then, if Raylan has moved on to his beach paradise with beautiful women. That would be nice after these years spent up north, and in Mathias.

"I want to know how you are doing too. I should like to see you the way you want me to see you." Medicated, hopefully not sedated, and cool as ice.