There was always going to be a Next Time here, Wynonna was right. Raylan could only hope that it wouldn't end with all of them setting up and throwing people onto pyre's of personal and public opinion. That way was the way of Chaos, in the most primal ways.
Raylan leaned forwards a little to inspect her badge, eyebrows lifting. "You weren't joking about it bein' established. 1297. Damn." He sat back and nodded a little. "Mathis did that to a lotta us. I found a book that I kept at my desk. 'The Friends of Eddie Coyle.' Gave anyone who got a hold of it a front row seats to me bein' served my divorce papers."
She could guess how a man like Raylan took being served.
"It seems like most other people got it worse though." His eyes slid over to her. He wasn't going to ask, but if she wanted to tell he'd listen. If not, he'd assume.
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Raylan leaned forwards a little to inspect her badge, eyebrows lifting. "You weren't joking about it bein' established. 1297. Damn." He sat back and nodded a little. "Mathis did that to a lotta us. I found a book that I kept at my desk. 'The Friends of Eddie Coyle.' Gave anyone who got a hold of it a front row seats to me bein' served my divorce papers."
She could guess how a man like Raylan took being served.
"It seems like most other people got it worse though." His eyes slid over to her. He wasn't going to ask, but if she wanted to tell he'd listen. If not, he'd assume.