Raylan wasn't sure he fully believed that but Crane hadn't given him much reason to not to give him a chance to prove he could function on meds. Raylan knew Malcolm could, but the profiler in New York was not some Country Boy with an education and a mind to use it for ill.
The suggestion that Crane was a better shot made Raylan smile, a slow curling spread that ended with a crooked peek show of his teeth.
"You think so? Me, I never went to collage. First job after high school was in the mines, my second job was the Marshal's service. Taught at Glynco for 8 or so years as an expert marksman. Let's leave the guns to a professional, shotgun or otherwise." He looked at the road again, face still curled in amusement. "Besides, the paperwork for you shooting someone would be a massive pain in my ass."
God they're so similar in roots!!
The suggestion that Crane was a better shot made Raylan smile, a slow curling spread that ended with a crooked peek show of his teeth.
"You think so? Me, I never went to collage. First job after high school was in the mines, my second job was the Marshal's service. Taught at Glynco for 8 or so years as an expert marksman. Let's leave the guns to a professional, shotgun or otherwise." He looked at the road again, face still curled in amusement. "Besides, the paperwork for you shooting someone would be a massive pain in my ass."