"What, back in Eighteen Dickity Doo?" Obviously it was a joke because it had to be, and he would go along with it. Raylan wasn't ready or aware of what kind of mac truck of new reality was coming his way. Of course if Raylan knew who he was really standing next to, he wouldn't be so laid back about it all.
Being a US Marshal himself, he knew the stories, the legends, the precedent for the stereotype that he himself follows. It'd be embarrassing. Raylan eyes the peek of that hilt and says nothing. Just as he woulda bet. Man doesn't carry a piece like that without knowing what to do with it. Now he was curious.
He huffs a breath at 'good' and ignores the 'son' - he was nearly 45 and dreamed of never being known by his father again - and drips his brim a little as he takes the flask and pours a few splashes in. Out in the middle of nowhere, coffee was gold and whiskey diamonds, so he'd look neither gift horse in the mouth.
"Raylan Givens. I'd say it's a pleasure to meet you but I ain't much pleased to be in such a inhospitable place without dinner reservations. Canada, huh? Must be used to all this then."
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Being a US Marshal himself, he knew the stories, the legends, the precedent for the stereotype that he himself follows. It'd be embarrassing. Raylan eyes the peek of that hilt and says nothing. Just as he woulda bet. Man doesn't carry a piece like that without knowing what to do with it. Now he was curious.
He huffs a breath at 'good' and ignores the 'son' - he was nearly 45 and dreamed of never being known by his father again - and drips his brim a little as he takes the flask and pours a few splashes in. Out in the middle of nowhere, coffee was gold and whiskey diamonds, so he'd look neither gift horse in the mouth.
"Raylan Givens. I'd say it's a pleasure to meet you but I ain't much pleased to be in such a inhospitable place without dinner reservations. Canada, huh? Must be used to all this then."
Canada was cold like this, right?