Raylan laughed again as he leaned back, judging Willa largely done with her first evening meal. In a few hours, she'd get a bottle before bed.

"As much as there is around anything in the poor south. Gotta make somethin' outta nothin'." There was respect and love in that statement, no sneering. It spoke to the hard will of the people that he grew up around.

"Don't go lookin' into the meat production though. You'll be horrifed. I won't tell ya about chitlin's."