Malcolm Bright

Somehow, without knowing it, Raylan has stepped into a war zone. Jessica's first comment made him lift his eyebrows a little and by the time she was onto her third, he was emptying what was left of the few fingers. With a lift of his own as he leaned back, Raylan swiftly ordered another.

This was seriously making him look at his already made mistake in having a kid of his own.

Ainsley's question was a godsend because he was running out of things to say, since he seemed to be causing more trouble than not.

"The ones in the lower hills might, the regular people, so long as you don't look too much like a carpetbagger. They might bore you to death with complaints on the Coal company though. The people up the mountain won't. There's still folks up there that don't have electricity but they don't trust anyone who's gone down the mountain. Even their own kin."

He glanced down at his refilling glass and murmured a thank you. The scotch was what was going to keep him going tonight, he could already tell.

"I had to go up there once for a case. The only reason I was allowed back down alive is because my mother is mountain folk and I was lucky enough for one of her cousin's to vouch for who I was. They don't take kindly to much of anyone."