There was a lot to be said for 'old-fashioned'. Those decrying it for something more Modern, something Kinder, didn't really understand the way of the world when things were hard. They were wrapped in coddle cloth of entitlements that didn't often survive their 'modern' when it was thrown out into the real, raw world. Old-fashioned very often kept people safer and better off in a situation.
"You remember the time that Alice came over with that fat ol' bruise on her little head that went all goose egg. Wynonna trying to cover it with that silly lookin' cat hear hat." He refused to call it a pussy hat, especially when one of the girls were wearing it. Either way, he snorted softly as he said it, leaning back in his chair with his cup of coffee ready to join the emptiness of his place. Both their exes liked sliding blame onto them, but Raylan would only allow it to go so far before speaking up in Henry's defense. He only spoke up on his own when Winona pushed the closed mouth man into saying something - and then it all came out.
"Nah, Alice'll be alright. Her mama doesn't need to know everything, but once they get a little older, that'll be easier. Right now, I think they got a few more years of independence to get through. Arlo was putting a gun in my hand at 8/9 years old, but as long as you're not askin' her to practice on rabbits.." Raylan shrugged a little. "Between you and me, more people in this country need basic gun safety classes - our girls are gonna be well ahead of that. Montana ain't Kentucky but.. They're not that far apart in ideology." Their fathers wouldn't always be there to protect them.
"A few sharp corners aside, both the Wynonia's know this is the safest place in the world for those girls. Doubly so since the motel room I got in town is my work registered address. There's something to say for the security that a small town grants 'em. Wouldn't be surprised if one of them eventually asks to hide out here for one reason or another."
Henry was right; the girls had a freedom here that they wouldn't find anywhere else, but Raylan wanted his kids dirty and exploring, out there testing themselves and learning about the practical world. God only knew when it would serve them. Raylan's upbringing had served him fantastically well; he could only hope to pass that on.
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"You remember the time that Alice came over with that fat ol' bruise on her little head that went all goose egg. Wynonna trying to cover it with that silly lookin' cat hear hat." He refused to call it a pussy hat, especially when one of the girls were wearing it. Either way, he snorted softly as he said it, leaning back in his chair with his cup of coffee ready to join the emptiness of his place. Both their exes liked sliding blame onto them, but Raylan would only allow it to go so far before speaking up in Henry's defense. He only spoke up on his own when Winona pushed the closed mouth man into saying something - and then it all came out.
"Nah, Alice'll be alright. Her mama doesn't need to know everything, but once they get a little older, that'll be easier. Right now, I think they got a few more years of independence to get through. Arlo was putting a gun in my hand at 8/9 years old, but as long as you're not askin' her to practice on rabbits.." Raylan shrugged a little. "Between you and me, more people in this country need basic gun safety classes - our girls are gonna be well ahead of that. Montana ain't Kentucky but.. They're not that far apart in ideology." Their fathers wouldn't always be there to protect them.
"A few sharp corners aside, both the Wynonia's know this is the safest place in the world for those girls. Doubly so since the motel room I got in town is my work registered address. There's something to say for the security that a small town grants 'em. Wouldn't be surprised if one of them eventually asks to hide out here for one reason or another."
Henry was right; the girls had a freedom here that they wouldn't find anywhere else, but Raylan wanted his kids dirty and exploring, out there testing themselves and learning about the practical world. God only knew when it would serve them. Raylan's upbringing had served him fantastically well; he could only hope to pass that on.