This time, Raylan didn't look away, watching the faint shift in Doc's profile as he continued on. Deals with the devil was the kind of 'stuff of legend' that ran strong in the foothills but generally, Raylan lumped that in with religion, another unspoken bomb of pragmatic beliefs that didn't match the dogma.

"For findin' a way out of TB?" Raylan shook his head once as he looked back at the fire. "Where I come from, mining is a major industry. Coal mining. Leads the guys that work to the black lung. Not the same as TB maybe but I don't imagine dyin' to be any easier because of the reason you can barely breathe."

He looked over again, eyes narrowed like he could find a lie in Doc's pocket, or make any reasonable sense as to why this was a beneficial choice of one.

"What'd you give up in return?" Every transaction had two sides. He got.. immortality, Raylan supposed, but the giving was just as important as the getting.