Raylan would take the darlin's. 'Son's was different. He didn't want to be Doc's 'son'. What he did want hadn't been given breath and would remain where it was unless some other sign was given. Far be it from Raylan to go out there and take any chances.
He huffed another half laugh and scooted a fraction closer so that their shoulders almost brushed against each other.
"Why not? It's progress. No one else has to suffer. Thought you woulda been kicking heels at that." But he could understand why not. The 'why not me' question tended to be a prevalent one.
"When I'm eighty? No, by then I'll be glad to die old and warm in my bed. But Winona is her own woman and Willa will be too, I'm sure. Once she's 18.." He sighed. "That's it. What I want, what I think won't matter anymore. She'll be off, livin' her own life."
A good thing, over all. A sad one too, from a fathers perspective.
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He huffed another half laugh and scooted a fraction closer so that their shoulders almost brushed against each other.
"Why not? It's progress. No one else has to suffer. Thought you woulda been kicking heels at that." But he could understand why not. The 'why not me' question tended to be a prevalent one.
"When I'm eighty? No, by then I'll be glad to die old and warm in my bed. But Winona is her own woman and Willa will be too, I'm sure. Once she's 18.." He sighed. "That's it. What I want, what I think won't matter anymore. She'll be off, livin' her own life."
A good thing, over all. A sad one too, from a fathers perspective.
"That still how you wanna go?"