"There ain't nothin' every day about this place except you and I, if you haven't noticed." Raylan had no doubts that Doc absolutely noticed. "Traffickin'", he scoffed as his head turned back out to the porch and the scoff betrayed him into a short laugh that he tried his best to bury in emptying his cup. "Like we got anythin' worth the trouble we'll cause in the tryin' to keep us."
Raylan wasn't going to ask for the details. Even if Doc did know them, hearing them alone wasn't going to make him understand and it was a pointless path to wander down without context. It wasn't like he was suddenly gonna figure it out.
"A whole lotta live ain't what anyone deserves. No one deserves half the shit that's thrown at 'em." He sat forward to tug that moonshine bottle back out from under the table they'd stowed it away under like it was something they were keeping neat and tidy, hidden from no one but tucked away per the social rules nonetheless. "But that is a lot to deal with. I hope like hell to keep Willa away from Law enforcement, away from the people like her granddaddy, like her roots.."
He popped the cork and poured a generous amount in his mug, holding the bottle out in offer to pour Doc some more too.
"Don't matter much what I'd do, so I won't bother. What I will say is that you got the skills and intestinal fortitude to figure it out. I know that kids are.. soft and innocent. Full of possibility.. Only a rare few ain't got but a single option for their path for in life. You help raise that little girl. You help teach her to be proficient. You do your best. Hope for the best.. What else can anyone do. Don't start killin' yourself over decisions you haven't even made yet."
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Raylan wasn't going to ask for the details. Even if Doc did know them, hearing them alone wasn't going to make him understand and it was a pointless path to wander down without context. It wasn't like he was suddenly gonna figure it out.
"A whole lotta live ain't what anyone deserves. No one deserves half the shit that's thrown at 'em." He sat forward to tug that moonshine bottle back out from under the table they'd stowed it away under like it was something they were keeping neat and tidy, hidden from no one but tucked away per the social rules nonetheless. "But that is a lot to deal with. I hope like hell to keep Willa away from Law enforcement, away from the people like her granddaddy, like her roots.."
He popped the cork and poured a generous amount in his mug, holding the bottle out in offer to pour Doc some more too.
"Don't matter much what I'd do, so I won't bother. What I will say is that you got the skills and intestinal fortitude to figure it out. I know that kids are.. soft and innocent. Full of possibility.. Only a rare few ain't got but a single option for their path for in life. You help raise that little girl. You help teach her to be proficient. You do your best. Hope for the best.. What else can anyone do. Don't start killin' yourself over decisions you haven't even made yet."