Slingin' from the hip, never the heart. | Open Post

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Raylan's job took him everywhere, from Harlan to Los Angeles to Paris. The Marshals service was demanding but Raylan leaned into the work, traveling as needed to get to get his man.

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[thering]

Hey if he'd robbed a bank, Raylan would have surely heard about it. "No, no. She was alright," Doc lies easily, cracking a small smile at Raylan. He's not sure he can handle being double-teamed by Winona and-- Gloria? Was it? But he'd hate to give off the impression that he can't hold down the fort on his own. He can handle being poked full of holes at and women who try to push his buttons all the time from all directions. Most of the time he's able to take things in his stride. Unless they're Wynonna and know exactly where to get him and how hard to twist the knife.

"Bright side is, you wouldn't have to worry about them so." Which would not stop either of the cowboys from worrying about those little girls, even when the day eventually comes when they're not so little anymore. But between their mothers and their fathers, they'll be able to hold their own just fine. They'd give anyone hell before Raylan or Doc even showed up to finish the job, cauterise those wounds and clean up the mess neat and clean like they always do.

"Well if you wanna swap one day, be my guest." Although Doc's not much good with paperwork. Raylan don't make 'boring' sound like it's enough action for him although frankly, Doc prefers things the way they are. There's enough going on in their lives that they don't really need to be worrying about real demons on top of the proverbial ones.

"This asshole gon' be an all nighter or will you be crawling into bed sometime?" Doc will likely be passed out sooner than he would admit - the girls wore him down, the ladies gave him shit, it was an early morning with a pretty long drive to stretch out the day even longer, and now he's chugging whiskey like the bottle's long past its shelf life, so he's not long for the land of the wide-awake-and-living. It's just a shame they can't really properly sit down and reward each other for a job done proper on the first night, but they're long past that honeymoon phase and well into the grumpy old men stage, and they're maybe a little too at ease around each other that they leave each other comfortable hanging all the time because they're already thinking what the other didn't bother to finish saying, while everyone else is on a different wavelength and struggling to keep up.