"We'd have to break in and get past Arlo. The man's a mean-ass 76 and wry stick of an' old man would rather shoot me than let me up into anywhere that's his like that. 'Sides, he hasn't been up there in years. Trackin' anklet he was wearin' last I saw him keeps him pretty well tied down." Raylan leaned in and kissed Malcolm again.

"And thank you. For the offer. Might havta wait til Arlo gets in the ground, but I'll take you up on it. Show you where I grew up while we're at it. You won't be impressed," he chuckled softly.