[--and then he pauses, silence pregnant with surprise. Somehow, in spite of the trajectory of the conversation, he wasn't expecting that question.]
My aunt Helen. [Raylan looks away, smiling at the air. The expression is at least two-thirds self defense.] I'd probably be a body down a dog hole mine if it weren't for her.
[He shifts, looking at her more directly even as he takes the conversation for another turn.] I work with an former US Army Ranger, a sniper out of Afghanistan.
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[--and then he pauses, silence pregnant with surprise. Somehow, in spite of the trajectory of the conversation, he wasn't expecting that question.]
My aunt Helen. [Raylan looks away, smiling at the air. The expression is at least two-thirds self defense.] I'd probably be a body down a dog hole mine if it weren't for her.
[He shifts, looking at her more directly even as he takes the conversation for another turn.] I work with an former US Army Ranger, a sniper out of Afghanistan.