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

[tinstar]

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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[onlyhearmusic]

"No, I want it gone," he snarled at Raylan but he was brought up short by the threat to his throat. Otherwise, the tension that surged through his body most assuredly would have meant him retaliating with physical violence. All he had instead were words so he glared angrily at the lawman and growled at him.

"None of this bullshite. Shoulda killed you and gotten rid of the only person who knows I even exist in this world. Back to business." He lifted his head, pressing the piece of wood so far into his flesh that it bit in and he bled. "Don't act like you care about everyone you fuck, bull. Ain't hard ta charm and get back on tha road tha next day. Certainly ya know that."

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"Or you coulda left me the fuck alone and done that anyway, so what the hell are you doin' here in the first place," Raylan snaps back, face close like if he had half a mind, he could bite Collins nose off, leaning into the press of his makeshift weapon, heartless about the blood that was getting split now.

"Makin' it my goddamn responsibility somehow; I left to get away from this kinda bullshit. You sure you didn't garrote the Admiral, skip out through a portal? Standards must be slippin'. Now here's what's gonna happen," he continues, one leg successfully free.

"I'mma roll over on top of you and you're gonna work open these knots on the back. And don't presume to tell me shit about anythin' I feel - so wrapped up in how big and bad you think you are to consider anyone else." He didn't ask permission, just rolled over, mounting the awkward angle Collin's body lay in and not moving his makeshift stake in the slightest.