"It's why I'm a divorcee," he supplied with enough humor to make it seem like that loss didn't still hurt him. "She said she couldn't stand wondering if I was going to come home with a hole or bring a gunfight to her front door. I keep saying I'll quit, get a desk job but.."

Raylan gave a sheepish look and a roll of his shoulders. "One more big case up here and I'll be able to transfer back to Miami. Do something a little less volatile."

Raylan might transfer but he was fooling himself with the idea that men like him lived a less volatile kinda life.