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A little shit. Just a little shit armed with a shitty kitchen knife in this shithole of a trailer in fucking Harlan. Raylan can barely believe that after everything, after putting down so many known killers and mobsters in epic shootings, after facing ruthless murderers and vicious criminals, he’s going to die by the hands of a little shit like Jimmy, the bartender.
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- Part 1 of Living Arrangements
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09 Apr 2026
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In which #lovewins a little ahead of schedule.
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- Part 3 of justified drabbles
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08 Apr 2026
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been a lot of years (really think you’re getting one past me?) by Talls
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13 Aug 2023
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“Not to cast aspersions on your unimpeachable status as a killer of men,” Boyd says, because this is getting ridiculous, “but it seems to me that you’ve had a decent number of opportunities to kill me in the last few minutes and I do begin to wonder if maybe you aren’t as committed to shooting me dead as I hoped you would be.”
“Hey, now, that’s not fair,” Raylan says, feigning offense. “I just thought I oughta do the job right, for an old friend like yourself. You wouldn’t want me to half-ass it and get you stuck in a prison hospital again, would you? There’s only so many times you can find and lose God, Boyd.”
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In which Boyd decides to let Raylan kill him, and Raylan takes offense to the entire concept.
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08 Apr 2026
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“What happened?” Raylan asks.
“Whaddya mean?” Boyd slurs, reaching up to swat aimlessly at Raylan’s face. Raylan studies him, his dilated pupils, the lax expression on his face, his purposeless hands. He feels all over Boyd’s scalp for bumps, bruises or blood, but doesn’t find anything. He thinks back to the two glasses on the bar, the bloodied bottle on the floor.
“Did he put something in your drink?” Raylan asks, his voice so tight it shakes.
Boyd’s eyes focus on Raylan’s face and he grins, a big dopey smile on his bloodstained face. “Raylan Givens,” he says with satisfaction. “You here to lock me up?”
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In which Raylan's instincts take the wheel, and Boyd is a damsel in distress.
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08 Apr 2026
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“Marshal Givens,” Olive says, a concerned little look on her face when Raylan looks back at her through the rear view mirror, “may I ask you a question?”
“You may,” Raylan says, “so long as you call me Raylan.”
“Are you going to arrest my daddy, Raylan?” she asks.
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In which Raylan meets the youngest of the Crowders and Boyd would do anything for his family
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08 Apr 2026