Art scoffed. "Like I'd live here." His eyes drifted guiltily out the window. "I stayed in the Village for 8 months on assignment up here."

Raylan couldn't help but chuckle, earning a sharp look from Art before he glanced back at Malcolm. "It was hell."

"Oh c'mon Art - you were in the center of a cultural revolution of cocaine in the 80's," Raylan protested. Art didn't appreciate the comment, and half turned back to look at Malcolm to explain himself. "Nice people but too many and no porches or sweet tea to be found."