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Date: 27 Jan 2020 18:28 (UTC)The thing about the South was that the denseness of the trees that managed to survive, (thrive would be too strong a word), hid a lot. All it really took was a good line and the road they were on was heading down the single lane through it. Raylan had enough sense to not speed into the mill, knowing the sound of the sudden stop would make more noise than they could afford.
Malcolm would get his sawmill, looking properly abandoned, slowly being consumed by the plants and discarded stuff around it.
"Don't get yourself shot if you can help it," Raylan said as he turned off the car and slid out, popping his trunk with his keys before drawing his gun. A few seconds later, Tim and Rachel dusted up behind them.
"Y'all ready?" asked Tim, eyes squinting against the light of the day. Rachel, for her part, was subtly looking Raylan and Malcolm over, no doubt making sure that Raylan hadn't done something stupid already.