[[ oom : not lexington, kentucky ]]

[itwasjustified]

[ previously, or: the end of the end of the universe ]



Raylan's sense of direction has deserted him.

Sideways feels like down, and upright feels like sideways, and he is everything but prepared for his boots to meet a solid surface that isn't quaking or rumbling.

Partially sun-blind, he hip-checks a trash can, and winds up on all fours.

Once his elbows give, he's face-down in sweet-smelling green grass.

He'll get up in a minute.

Or five.

Comments

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"I got it, Dave."

"Are y'sure, Bill? I can head out there if you don't wanna handle her."

"You suggestin' I can't handle a little old lady?"

"No, I said if you don't want to handle the little old lady. I was only thinkin' the other part."

"Dave, just finish up with the hit an' run cow thing, I'm takin' care of this."

Putting up the radio, Bill pulls on his cap and gets out of his cruiser.

He listens out for any trouble while heading up the front walk, but isn't going to do anything until he checks in with the old lady, first.

Hard lesson learned.

After knocking on the door, Bill takes a step back and announces himself; ready for anything.

"Mrs. Freeda? It's sheriff Bill Pardy, respondin' to the call you put in."