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Date: 23 Jan 2020 01:52 (UTC)Raylan hummed in question as he looked over, squinting faintly. "You do this to everyone?" Sighing, he shifted, putting his back to the counter as he crossed his arms and ankles, casually comfortable in his standing.
"That's where I was sent when he was laying into my mama. Any night that Arlo came home drunk was ripe for him getting pissed at her for one thing or another and trying to beat her within an inch of her life or until he got tired. It got so bad after a while, she started running off to Noble's Holler. Arlo and his bluster wasn't getting past Limehouse and his well armed friends, and they were known for taking in white women for protection."
If Raylan went up to the hollar, he'd get one good favor outta Limehouse in exchange for the fondness of his mother. Social currency at it's best and better not used at all.
"My face pressed up against those wooden rails, listening to him hit her again and again and again..." He cleared his throat and shifted on his feet uncomfortable in the retelling. "Arlo didn't kill her, but he sure as hell tried."