All parents damage their children. It was something Raylan had seen or heard somewhere, offered up like it was a dark comfort meant to imply a collective suffering of children at the hands of their parents. A community of disappointed sons and daughters. That was nice enough on paper, he supposed but out in the real world.. Well. They hadn't had to suffer Arlo Givens in his prime. Hell even now the old bird was a credible threat, you put him in the wrong position - some things never changed.

Which was why Raylan was on his way to Boyd's Bar first and if that didn't pan out, he'd head over to Ava's. All that mattered was that Arlo had a warrent out for his arrest and Raylan aimed to be the one to bring him in. He couldn't say much about Arlo taking up with Boyd, old dogs don't learn new tricks, but that didn't mean Raylan thought it was a good thing. Not that Arlo gave a single shit about what Raylan thought either way.

Pulling up in front of the bar, Raylan stepped out and rolled in, half expecting Arlo to be sitting at one of the tables with a whiskey in hand, half expecting the place to be deserted for more profitable reasons. Reasons he could chase after.

It'd be a real good day if he managed to get Arlo and Boyd in handcuffs by the end of the day.