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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"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.