"Suppose that would make sense then." She must not care what his job was, to so brazenly say it. That's what he assumes, anyway. Not that it much mattered; he lived with Neal Caffery, a thief and forger in his own right.
Raylan nodded at the question, looking around the place with a heavy breath of frustration before he started detailing it out for her.
"It was in the 1830 somethings. A lighting storm started a fire that ravaged the town and killed everyone but a dozen or so. Only two buildings and the forest survived, as far as structures. I was hopin' to find more types of.. odd tragic disasters." And judging by the frown on his face, he hadn't gotten much.
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"Suppose that would make sense then." She must not care what his job was, to so brazenly say it. That's what he assumes, anyway. Not that it much mattered; he lived with Neal Caffery, a thief and forger in his own right.
Raylan nodded at the question, looking around the place with a heavy breath of frustration before he started detailing it out for her.
"It was in the 1830 somethings. A lighting storm started a fire that ravaged the town and killed everyone but a dozen or so. Only two buildings and the forest survived, as far as structures. I was hopin' to find more types of.. odd tragic disasters." And judging by the frown on his face, he hadn't gotten much.
"How long you been up there?"