"Yer cars are strange," he said with a flat tone but a small smirk. He sighed loudly and glanced back as he suddenly decided to sit. The bed bounced with his weight. To his left was the pile on the ground of armaments and other tools. Raylan ahead of him with the fridge and cabinet to the other side. The statement wasn't meant as anything so much as a facetious comment about nothing and a blatant refusal to address the slaughter house issue. Givens damn well knew he didn't care for slaughtering animals. There was no purpose nor joy in it.
So here they were together again after all this time and Collins had to admit that this was not a conversation he wanted to have but was necessary. He could have done this on his own and kept well clear of Raylan. But what would have been the point of choosing the lawman's world if not to see the man. It may have been a foolish decision made with no other choices of appeal yet it was still what he had come up with as a decision and there had to be a reason even if it was just whimsy.
"I haven't lived without tha hunt since tha war. I know how ta find people, ta get them ta talk, ta procure things on occasion that people don't want ta give up. That's been me life fer a long, long time." He looked up at Givens and gave a faint smile. "I found you. Dumped close by, but not on yer doorstep, you know. This ain't even where you live, ya said, but I still managed."
He almost sighed again, instead took a breath and held it as he gazed at Raylan silently for half a moment. Then, "I know tha call of tha job. I never liked stickin' in one place too much. Travelin' keeps things fresh. I could always still find ya when I wanted..." He said, addressing the issue of whatever it was they could have. He wasn't the settle down type anyway. Maybe there was nothing there and it was pointless, or maybe the bull would cave if there was no predictability, no commitment, just random fun when the opportunity arose.
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So here they were together again after all this time and Collins had to admit that this was not a conversation he wanted to have but was necessary. He could have done this on his own and kept well clear of Raylan. But what would have been the point of choosing the lawman's world if not to see the man. It may have been a foolish decision made with no other choices of appeal yet it was still what he had come up with as a decision and there had to be a reason even if it was just whimsy.
"I haven't lived without tha hunt since tha war. I know how ta find people, ta get them ta talk, ta procure things on occasion that people don't want ta give up. That's been me life fer a long, long time." He looked up at Givens and gave a faint smile. "I found you. Dumped close by, but not on yer doorstep, you know. This ain't even where you live, ya said, but I still managed."
He almost sighed again, instead took a breath and held it as he gazed at Raylan silently for half a moment. Then, "I know tha call of tha job. I never liked stickin' in one place too much. Travelin' keeps things fresh. I could always still find ya when I wanted..." He said, addressing the issue of whatever it was they could have. He wasn't the settle down type anyway. Maybe there was nothing there and it was pointless, or maybe the bull would cave if there was no predictability, no commitment, just random fun when the opportunity arose.