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Nobody around for half a mile and the two of them in a very big house. Maybe he'd survive the night without causing an incident after all.

He looked up at the house after following Raylan's glance to the headstones.

"This is... grand," he noted. He raised a finger. "You know, the gravestones might not be the problem. It might sell faster if you put in a little... cosmetic work. What do they call it? Curb appeal. Power wash the siding. Plant some flowers. That sort of thing." He looked at Raylan, because the man had to know it looked like something from a movie about people getting lost in the woods and murdered at a creepy old house. "Do you really want to sell it?" he asked, watching for the same telling tension in the man's face.