"As a matter of fact, I have not, unfortunately. Not a lot of time." His tone suggested that she understood, smart a woman as she was. Raylan couldn't help but huff a laugh and square Jessica up in the slant of his gaze. "Not at all, ma'am and if we're to keep to your edict of not talking ugliness at the table, I suggest we stop there. My father wasn't a good man, I'm afraid."

But somehow Raylan was forgiving with his tone, not blaming Jessica for her assumption.

"Thus, his inspiration."