Raylan really did need better footwear, a fact Tim might point out after all this was over. For the time being he tightened his grip on the taller man, pulling Raylan around to shelter him from the wind, as he used the firm tread of his combat boots to help them both anchor in place as they talked.

"No reason it can't be both!" Tim responded with a rueful but also shit eating smirk. Neither of them were the luckiest men to walk the Earth after all.

"We could go along the beach, from the Gull. Lot of rocks and then a climb up the cliff but at least there is no risk of a killer fog being blown in our face?" No just the risk of the angry ocean reaching up and plucking them off the rocks like a couple of idiot sand fleas.