That time wasn't past and Raylan had to suffer people knowing and doing nothing. Seeing them in church the next Sunday when his mother made him go and dealing with their sympathetic eyes. He always supposed that he should be grateful for it but that kind of graciousness wasn't in his DNA. Temper was.

"Yeah?" Raylan smiled. "It's not a name I hear a lot. Normally I wouldn't ask this, a man's business is his own, but we're out here chewin' the fat.. How'd you meet her? I take it she's not.. gifted with the same longevity you enjoy. Modern Woman?" A modern woman for an old school man. It was bound to be an interesting story.