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It was Art's turn to take in the weird bluntness of the well dressed New Yorker, and the seemingly fearless way that he eyed their guy with his questions, as the older man followed in behind to put one hand on the guy's arm as he started to try and join Raylan on his search.

"He didn't," the guy protested just as firmly as he had before. Dude glanced at Art and then at Raylan who was pushing a back bedroom door open with three spread fingertips before looking over at him. "No? Huh. Not a lotta people get away with telling Robert Quarles No. Not without getting a little scrap or blood on 'em," Raylan reasoned, ambling his slow walk back towards the group. "Looks far too pretty in here for you to have said no to Everything..."

Raylan glanced down with a slight spread of his smile. "Hows about you tell us what you said yes to and we don't get a warrent to turn this place upside down, hmm? We'll take what you know and go, no trouble asked."