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"Tends to be the way of it," Raylan comments before tucking in the rest of his sandwich and checking his watch.

"Sounds like a story I don't care to hear - they outta be pullin up in a minute. C'mon," he said, pushing to his feet and heading towards the door. If he asked, if he heard the story, there'd be some social demand that he share his own and neither of them wanted that. God willin', Arlo wouldn't make enough noise for Raylan to be forced to make a detour.

Adjusting his hat as he came out onto the porch, he propped a thumb into his belt-loop as he leaned on the porch support.

A familiar face, Tim, steps out with sarcasm on his lips. "Couldn't save the exciting stuff for me, huh? Should have known New York was shiny."

Raylan scoffed. "Gotta show the new kid a good time, right?"