More like some asshole trying to get bribery material only to learn just how few fucks Tim gave about shit like that.
Something Tim had learned over the years and over the years of working with Raylan Givens, was that sometimes there just was no answer. There was nothing that could be said to make things right, or even provide the solace of some sort of closure. Everything the older marshal was talking about did place a weight of despair on the mind and Tim knew that what he was feeling was still mild compared to what Raylan was carrying around.
For awhile he let Raylan dig in silence, offering his quiet companionship and steady help with the project. When he broke the silence it was with a question that had nothing to do with Mathias and the shit they were currently in. They needed a breather or Raylan was going to wind himself so tight he'd snap; again.
"Did Dewey Crowe honestly believe he had four kidneys?"
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Something Tim had learned over the years and over the years of working with Raylan Givens, was that sometimes there just was no answer. There was nothing that could be said to make things right, or even provide the solace of some sort of closure. Everything the older marshal was talking about did place a weight of despair on the mind and Tim knew that what he was feeling was still mild compared to what Raylan was carrying around.
For awhile he let Raylan dig in silence, offering his quiet companionship and steady help with the project. When he broke the silence it was with a question that had nothing to do with Mathias and the shit they were currently in. They needed a breather or Raylan was going to wind himself so tight he'd snap; again.
"Did Dewey Crowe honestly believe he had four kidneys?"