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"A private home with open land and a gun." Everyone had a gun here. "Clear view? Safer then some motel that no one knows you for stayin' in." Considering that some of these hotels weren't exactly right next to a cop station or hell, a gas station.

"Private showing," Raylan echoed with a distasteful sigh. "We'll see what the log says."

It only took them 15 minutes to get to the hotel - a dirty little two level building that sprawled further than it felt like it should. Like it was meant to look grander, despite being out in the middle of nearly nowhere and clearly on its way towards ShitHole.

Raylan kept his face as quiet as he could, face still wrinkling at his continued distaste. "Never liked these corporate type places. Always expect roaches and bedbugs," he grumbled as he adjusted his jacket and hat, heading for the front office.