"I don't think we'll get tired of that, at least not any time soon," he assured with a faint lift of his eyebrows as he took a shallow pull from his beer bottle.

It did seem too good to be true. Hell, this seemed too good to be true. He didn't want to put all his eggs and hopes into one basket and have them kicked down the road by life.

Raylan couldn't help but chuckle at Malcolm's answer. "Nah. And if I need a little quiet, I'll tell ya. You talk a lot but you don't annoy the shit outta me like a lotta talkers do. You aren't just talkin' out your ass, I think it what it is. Normally, I put people who talk too much in the trunk of my car."