A porch seemed like a wonderful idea and Tim was grateful when Raylan located one close by. He gave one last little squeeze with his pinkie, before they broke apart, slowly lowering himself down beside Raylan. Were it not for their public position he would have leaned against the older man, but instead he lay back so he was prone on the porch.

"Invest some of it, so I can look at retiring around a reasonable age. Donate the majority to charities out there helping veterans. Stop drinking cheap beer, go for that high ABV microbrew shit."

He was a simple man.

"What about you, Raylan? You will one of those big ole $250 million jobs, what is your next step?"