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Raylan was glad for the direction - he would have quickly gotten lost and his face reflected his slight discomfort at how narrow and full every street was. He was even more glad to be parked again and doing something that felt significantly less dangerous - lifting.

Once the last box was up, Raylan could finally pull the slightly abused ballcap from his head, scratching his head as he tucked it into his back pocket and flipped the lid off one box. He could hear Malcolm ordering and what, making him smirk a little bit as Malcolm came back with a drink. Raylan arched his eyebrows, smile curling a little more to one side.

"Best thing I've seen all day, thanks. This the stuff you were talking about when you were down in Harlan?"