Malcolm Bright

"I'll try to be extra secure, in that case." Fiddling with the horseshoe ring on his right hand, Raylan fished his gun and badge from his jean's belt, tucking the gun and it's holster into the back of his pants (trousers?) and storing the badge in his inside jacket pocket before walking over to the door side mirror to look himself over.

"Think I'll pass?" Despite him feeling like his redneck was crawling out from under his collar, even he had to admit he looked half decent. If he could keep his hands out of his hair that was.