Hell, the gu y would be dug in waiting on you. He said, "I know Rayla n ain't leaving, so I may as well hit him when it suits me." H e told them he had considered waiting across the road from th e motel with an RPG and when the Town Car pulled in blow i t to hell. "But there's no cover over there to speak of, the mal l close by," Boyd said, "and I'd as soon plug him face-to-fac e anyway."
Both Devil and Dewey said they wanted to be there whe n he did, and Boyd surprised them saying they would, as the y were gonna be his backup. They acted tickled to death till h e said, "You know Raylan will have his own people," and coul d tell they hadn't thought of that. But then he said, "How'd w e keep the law busy when we robbed those banks?" It got thei r heads nodding, both of 'em grinning, showing they stil l wanted to be along. "I've thought of a way to keep the fed s out of the picture," Boyd said, "if we can get the timing down. The idea, separate Mr. Givens from his pack of suit s and get him off by hisself."
Oh boy, they liked the sound of that, asking how they'd d o it, blow up a car? Boyd said, "I got another plan. What I wan t you fellas to do is locate Raylan and let me know where he' s at, from now on."
Late afternoon, Raylan came out of Ar t Mullen's office in the courthouse to see Ava coming along th e corridor in a beige outfit, skirt and sweater, pearls, Ava getting better-looking by the day, her expression becoming a big smile as she came up to him.
"My lawyer's still talking to the prosecutor, but it's lookin g good. Come on with me while I have a smoke."
She took him outside, saw the benches on Central Stree t occupied--"Geezers're always sitting there," Ava said--an d they went over to the bench in front of the Coal Miner s Memorial: six columns of dead miners close to ten feet high , Raylan's dad's name among them. He found it as Ava, smoking her cigarette, told him she was pretty sure she'd get off with no more'n probation. "I plead to some kind o f manslaughter and I won't have to go to prison. Hey, wh y don't you come by for supper? I'll fix you something nice."
Raylan said, "Baked possum?"
"I only cooked that for Bowman. I got mad at him on e time and put roach powder in it? He goes, 'Honey, this is th e best possum I ever et.' Didn't even get sick. I'll pick up a cou-W p le of nice fryers and fix you some hot biscuits and gravy." Sh e grinned at him. "Look at you licking your lips."
Raylan said all his life fried chicken was his favorite, but h e had to hang around, didn't know when he'd be off.
Ava said, "I'm fixing it anyway." She looked him in the ey e saying, "You're a big boy, Raylan. You want to come, there' s nothing on earth gonna stop you."
Devil had his hair cut and beard trimmed a t the Cumberland Barber Shop, across the side street from th e courthouse. He put on his hat and got in Dewey's junk Cadillac, parked in front of the shop. Dewey said, "You missed it.
He come out with Ava, they talked and he went back i n again. You said you thought that red Dodge over on Centra l was Bowman's? It was. Ava got in it and drove away."
Devil said, "Wasn't for Boyd I'd have me some of Ava."
Dewey said, "Wasn't for Boyd me and you could have u s the marshal. Say we took him out, what would Boyd do, kic k and scream? He does that anyways."
Devil said, "You got the nerve to shoot a marshal?"
Dewey said, "I got the nerve and a reason to."
They were silent, thinking about it, till Devil said, "Tha t barber didn't say one goddamn word to me the whole tim e he's cutting my hair."
Ten of six they watched Raylan come out of the courthouse with four other suits and go to their cars parked on Central.
Dewey said, "We get out on the highway--you're drivin g 'cause it's my idea--I reach in back for the twelve-gauge and blow him away. What's wrong with that?"
Devil said there wasn't nothing wrong with it.
Except once they got to 421 two other marshal cars wer e on Raylan's tail all the way to the
Both Devil and Dewey said they wanted to be there whe n he did, and Boyd surprised them saying they would, as the y were gonna be his backup. They acted tickled to death till h e said, "You know Raylan will have his own people," and coul d tell they hadn't thought of that. But then he said, "How'd w e keep the law busy when we robbed those banks?" It got thei r heads nodding, both of 'em grinning, showing they stil l wanted to be along. "I've thought of a way to keep the fed s out of the picture," Boyd said, "if we can get the timing down. The idea, separate Mr. Givens from his pack of suit s and get him off by hisself."
Oh boy, they liked the sound of that, asking how they'd d o it, blow up a car? Boyd said, "I got another plan. What I wan t you fellas to do is locate Raylan and let me know where he' s at, from now on."
Late afternoon, Raylan came out of Ar t Mullen's office in the courthouse to see Ava coming along th e corridor in a beige outfit, skirt and sweater, pearls, Ava getting better-looking by the day, her expression becoming a big smile as she came up to him.
"My lawyer's still talking to the prosecutor, but it's lookin g good. Come on with me while I have a smoke."
She took him outside, saw the benches on Central Stree t occupied--"Geezers're always sitting there," Ava said--an d they went over to the bench in front of the Coal Miner s Memorial: six columns of dead miners close to ten feet high , Raylan's dad's name among them. He found it as Ava, smoking her cigarette, told him she was pretty sure she'd get off with no more'n probation. "I plead to some kind o f manslaughter and I won't have to go to prison. Hey, wh y don't you come by for supper? I'll fix you something nice."
Raylan said, "Baked possum?"
"I only cooked that for Bowman. I got mad at him on e time and put roach powder in it? He goes, 'Honey, this is th e best possum I ever et.' Didn't even get sick. I'll pick up a cou-W p le of nice fryers and fix you some hot biscuits and gravy." Sh e grinned at him. "Look at you licking your lips."
Raylan said all his life fried chicken was his favorite, but h e had to hang around, didn't know when he'd be off.
Ava said, "I'm fixing it anyway." She looked him in the ey e saying, "You're a big boy, Raylan. You want to come, there' s nothing on earth gonna stop you."
Devil had his hair cut and beard trimmed a t the Cumberland Barber Shop, across the side street from th e courthouse. He put on his hat and got in Dewey's junk Cadillac, parked in front of the shop. Dewey said, "You missed it.
He come out with Ava, they talked and he went back i n again. You said you thought that red Dodge over on Centra l was Bowman's? It was. Ava got in it and drove away."
Devil said, "Wasn't for Boyd I'd have me some of Ava."
Dewey said, "Wasn't for Boyd me and you could have u s the marshal. Say we took him out, what would Boyd do, kic k and scream? He does that anyways."
Devil said, "You got the nerve to shoot a marshal?"
Dewey said, "I got the nerve and a reason to."
They were silent, thinking about it, till Devil said, "Tha t barber didn't say one goddamn word to me the whole tim e he's cutting my hair."
Ten of six they watched Raylan come out of the courthouse with four other suits and go to their cars parked on Central.
Dewey said, "We get out on the highway--you're drivin g 'cause it's my idea--I reach in back for the twelve-gauge and blow him away. What's wrong with that?"
Devil said there wasn't nothing wrong with it.
Except once they got to 421 two other marshal cars wer e on Raylan's tail all the way to the
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