Stretched out as he was Tim's grin was probably only appreciated by the roof over the porch. It was all before his time, well before his time and he couldn't rightly claim to have ever experienced anything of the sort.

But he could picture a young Raylan, wearing his charming smile and hazel eyes, coaxing all the treats out of the adults. His smile dimmed a little as he thought about how things had ended with the Bennetts.

"Mags Bennett and your Aunt Helen were the last sane souls of their generations," he said. "Dickie is an idiot, so was Doyle. Loretta's the only one with sense left on that property."