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[angriestman]

Jess is with Rachel and Raylan takes a chance to go wandering. He takes his rifle, on its strap over his shoulder, his hat on the back of his head. He doesn't know if he'll actually bother hunting and, honestly, what he's looking for isn't prey. He knows her well enough to figure out where she might be.

And he's got a question that needs asking. He's been giving it some thought.
He can't actually remember the last time that he made a friend he doesn't work with.

Which matters, somehow.
It really does.