Raylan took a deep breath. "I ain't gonna lie to you; it sounds crazy as hell. My gut is to not believe it - Maybe you've done too many drugs, watched too many John Wayne movies and decided to fall into the era, but you ain't the first person here to suggest the impossible with the surety of the insane and none of the other trademarks."

There was no use in beating around the bush, not when confronted directly with his obvious hesitant belief. He was right - there was more important matters at hand.

"Can only argue with the sky fallin' down on me so long... There's stories, in the hills. About ghosts and sorrowful souls that haunt their land, chasin' off good Christian folk who don't know any better." Raylan quirked a faint, soft smile. "Maybe there was somethin' to the old stories after all. Lost their power over time or somethin' with our sense or belief."

He took a deep breath. "Plus, being here defies all the logic I've got anyway, so I'm already at a disadvantage."