"Mm," Raylan said, face curling with the sound. "I never found it that borin' but I'm used to sittin' in cars waitin' for stupid." And it very often paid off.
His smile curled a little more at the questions that Neal posed to the universe at large. Neal wanted to be there. To be part of the team. He could understand that and it was a good look on the recovering con.
"The one in Lexington? Eh well. The Chief Deputy, Art Mullen and I taught at Glynco together, so we already had a solid understandin' of each other. He's been around the block a few times, keeps us all straight an inline." Art had adopted him, after a fashion, serving as a guide post for what he oughta be as a man. As a Marshal, really.
"About on his way out since he's comin' on 65, but Rachel is gonna be the one to take over for him. Little black woman who suffers none of the bullshit the counties have to offer. Sad to say, parts of Kentucky aren't exactly in the.. 21st century. She's a better Marshal than all of us." He liked the way Rachel called him on his bullshit; she always did so in a way that was just as gentle as it was cutting, a unique line to walk.
"Then we got Tim Gutterson," Raylan continued with a gesture of his cup. "Former Army Ranger. Sniper. Driest, most smartassed sense of humor I've ever seen in my life," he said with curl of his smirk. "Think Doc, but with no softness to be seen."
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His smile curled a little more at the questions that Neal posed to the universe at large. Neal wanted to be there. To be part of the team. He could understand that and it was a good look on the recovering con.
"The one in Lexington? Eh well. The Chief Deputy, Art Mullen and I taught at Glynco together, so we already had a solid understandin' of each other. He's been around the block a few times, keeps us all straight an inline." Art had adopted him, after a fashion, serving as a guide post for what he oughta be as a man. As a Marshal, really.
"About on his way out since he's comin' on 65, but Rachel is gonna be the one to take over for him. Little black woman who suffers none of the bullshit the counties have to offer. Sad to say, parts of Kentucky aren't exactly in the.. 21st century. She's a better Marshal than all of us." He liked the way Rachel called him on his bullshit; she always did so in a way that was just as gentle as it was cutting, a unique line to walk.
"Then we got Tim Gutterson," Raylan continued with a gesture of his cup. "Former Army Ranger. Sniper. Driest, most smartassed sense of humor I've ever seen in my life," he said with curl of his smirk. "Think Doc, but with no softness to be seen."