A good way to discourage questions like that was with some dark, stark truths and, without the benefit of experience with her, time to chew over his choices and options about how to deal with these things, he was going on his gut. Something he almost regrets as soon as Willa launches in and he does his best to field them.

Check out a lot of abandoned barns, a little grove in a nearby holler by a creeks, he supposes it's still there, though they might get shot at if they're not careful about it; he declares Willa doesn't need to know about his friends and yeah, his daddy was Arlo and that was the only thing she needed to know about him.

Raylan's jaw got a little tighter after that though, and he steers the conversation towards what she could expect to see, peppered with him gesturing out a window every time they passed cows. Finally, he turns them down a seemingly random dirt road to come to a stop in front of the two story, rundown and shabby looking house.

"Here it is," he says with a sigh, turning off the car and slipping out.