Damned right lucky him. She would have a field day with how he normally operates and Raylan didn't talk to reporters for a reason. "You'd have us all on our toes, I'm sure."

Raylan looked over, eyebrows lifted a little. "Ains, I left Harlan at nineteen and until I got reassigned to Lexington to keep the heat off me from Miami, I hadn't gone back. It was reassignment or findin' a new job. Findin' a new job mighta been easier.. But. Once I get Boyd where he belongs," he continued, one lean finger jutting out to wag at.. nothing, really. "Then I'm takin' my ass back to Miami where I like it a whole hellva lot better."

He couldn't be a Marshal just anywhere, unfortunately. There was procedure to go through, which is half the reason he landed back there to begin with.