[ thinking of how long it's gonna take them to get together and I'm thinking a little while. like the nonsense with Ava and, ugh, Winona, is still gonna happen. I don't think Raylan would initially look at a girl half his age and think oh yeah, gotta get me some of that, you know? he's a good man, Savannah, and therefore would not do that until there's some emotional intimacy between them. it'll be like a friends to lovers with maybe some subtle pining that they aren't consciously aware of ]

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COME ON, DR. GIVENS.

[ season 1 — episode 5 ]

BAMBI wasn't the closest with Helen and Arlo Givens, but she made a habit of being there for people of the community when they were in need. That meant that when word spread that Arlo Givens was arrested for assault, breaking and entering, and destruction of property, Bambi figured she could use her off day to bake a pie and bring it over to Helen, who was home alone — no word of her posting Arlo's bail had spread.

"Thank ya, Sweetie," Helen said, taking the blueberry pie from the girl. "Arlo will love it when he gets home. Blueberry's his favorite — Raylan's too."

"Does, uh, Raylan know about his daddy?" Bambi asked as Helen put the pie away.

"Oh, he's the one bailing him out," Helen said, the corners of her lips turning up. "What'n't too pleased about it though."

"Didn't know he was coming back to town," she said as she sat on Helen's couch while the older woman sat in her recliner. "Heard from Ava that she keeps having to go up to Lexington to see him."

Helen just chuckled and shook her head. "Knew somethin' was happening there. What do you make of it?"

"Not much," she shrugged. "Don't figure it'll last, but he's better than Bowman, for sure. So, I can't blame her or nothin'."

Truthfully, Bambi could blame Ava — and Raylan too. It was irresponsible for them to get involved while she was still being investigated, but if Raylan wanted to take that risk, he could, she supposed. But for some reason, the thought of Raylan and Ava didn't sit right with Bambi.

But Ava deserved some happiness after her years of abuse from Bowman and the miscarriage he caused because of it, so Bambi would keep her thoughts to herself when around her sister-in-law.

"You seen much of him? He didn't call when he came to town," Helen said, clearly still upset. "Saw in the news you got wrapped up in that prison escapee nonsense."

"Not since then," she admitted. "He's been scarce in Harlan, understandably. With my daddy and brother behind bars, he ain't got much to worry about here."

"Well, except for his daddy," she said, smirking. "You wanna stay awhile? Be here when the boys get back?"

Bambi, though she was tempted simply because it meant seeing Raylan, shook her head and stood. "Naw, I've got some grocery shopping to do. But I hope y'all enjoy the pie."

"Oh, it'll be gone before supper tomorrow," Helen promised. "And you stay outta trouble—"

Helen was cut off by a quick knock at her door, so she went to answer it while Bambi hung back a few steps, watching as she opened the front door. Through the screen door, she saw three men, and the one standing at the lead was shorter with dark hair, and he didn't look pleased.

"Hell. Stan," Helen greeted with an amused grin. Bambi frowned, realizing this was the man that Arlo was in jail for assaulting. "You need an ice bag for your nutsack?"

Clearly, Perkins wasn't amused as he simply pointed to the larger man behind his left side. He stepped forward and ripped the screen door clean off the hinges, tossing it to the side as the men forced their way into the house. Bambi's eyes widened as she scrambled back, much more alarmed than Helen was, who kept a steely look on her face as the intruders entered her home.

"That's one," Helen warned.

"One what?" Perkins asked.

"Get to three, and you'll find out," she said threateningly.

"You know what? Arlo took something of mine, and I want it back," he said while looking around the living room.

"What? Your dignity?" she taunted. "Being laid out by a man that age."

"Helen," Bambi said in a warning tone, not wanting her to upset him even more when he was clearly on edge and mad.

Thankfully, Perkins just ignored Helen's jab. "Hey, you know that space behind the closet? Arlo told me about it when I moved in. He said that if I, uh, had something valuable, to put it there. Well, guess what? I had something valuable, and I put it there, but it's not there anymore, so... you're gonna show us where it is. Or do you want my nephews to find it?"

"I want you to leave is what I want," Helen said. "I've only got one invited guest here."

But that wasn't enough to make him leave. Perkins just looked at his nephews. "Guys...Go."

Instantly, they started tearing through the living room, uprooting furniture and opening drawers, rifling through everything they came across.

"Don't you touch our stuff!" Helen shouted. She moved to stop them, but Perkins grabbed her wrist.

"Hey!" Bambi said, grabbing ahold of Perkins and dragging him off her. "Don't touch her."

"Don't touch me!" Perkins said, pushing her back against the wall before glaring at Helen, who backed into the dining room.

"Two," Helen said simply, counting on her fingers.

"You listen to me," Perkins shouted. "I hate this place. I hate every last one of you knuckle-dragging shitheads. I'm only here 'cause I have to be, okay? The second I can, I am out of this cesspool, but I need money. And to get that money, I need what your husband took from me, so either I get it or I kill him."

Helen shook her head. "Threatening my husband makes three."

"Should I be scared?" he asked, clearly amused before looking back at his nephews. "Hey, guys, you scared?"

Moving quickly, Helen grabbed the cooking knife off the dining room table and swung at Perkins, who easily dodged it. Then the bigger of the two nephews came over and pushed her down, a ceramic plate shattering around her as it was knocked from the table.

"Hey!" Bambi shouted while grabbing the closest thing she could find — one of Raylan's baseball trophies that Arlo kept on a shelf.

It was heavy enough to swing down hard on the smaller of the two nephews' heads, catching him off guard. He groaned and dropped to the ground, holding the bleeding spot on the back of his head. Then she spun and went toward Perkins, but the bigger one got to her, wrapping his arms around her.

She kicked and screamed, but it was useless as he nearly squeezed the life out of her until her vision began to grow hazy. Then he dropped her like a ragdoll, her head hitting the corner of the wall hard as she dropped, knocking her out completely.

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Raylan was less than thrilled as he pulled his car onto the front lawn of the house he'd grown up in, his newly freed father in the passenger side.

"Want to come in?" Arlo offered.

"Nope," he said, not even having to think about it. "I got to get back to Lexington."

"Suit yourself," his father said while getting out.

Raylan took a moment to himself, looking at the house that was so old and rundown compared to the last time he'd been there. Then his eyes traveled to the left and he spotted three familiar headstones that had been there as long as he could remember.

"Those headstones always spooked you as a boy," Arlo said, coming to stand beside his open window. "Remember how I got them? In trade for some cows."

"Stolen cows, as I recall," he said with a grimace.

"I thought I'd be under mine long before Frances was under hers," he admitted. "At least say goodbye to Helen. And it looks like that Crowder girl is here — she only comes when she's baked something good."

Instantly, Raylan's mind went to Ava only to look to his right and see a familiar green Honda CRV parked by Arlo's red truck, which he hadn't noticed at first. What Bambi was doing there, he had no clue, and just as he was debating on if he wanted to find out or not—

"Hey, what the hell happened to my screen door?" Arlo shouted, pushing the frame to the side so that he could get inside.

That was all the motivation Raylan needed, who got out of his car and rushed into the house, already assuming the worst. And he was right.

Helen was there, on her knees and sweeping broken glass into a dustpan. The living room was a mess, a clear sign that someone had been looking for something. And there Bambi Crowder sat on the couch, and ice pack held just above the bleeding spot on her forehead.

"Bambi!" Raylan exclaimed, rushing to her as Arlo went to Helen.

"Helen? What in the hell happened here?"

"Are you okay?" Raylan asked Bambi, sitting next to her on the couch and holding her shoulders. She just smiled weakly and nodded to him.

"You okay?" Arlo repeated to his wife.

Helen just looked at him flatly. "Do I look okay?"

"Was it Perkins?" he questioned as Raylan stood and studied the rest of the upturned room.

"It wasn't the Easter Bunny!" Helen snapped. "I almost got that little pecker with a knife." Arlo huffed and began looking behind a nearby cabinet. "What are you looking for?"

"My bat. I'm gonna put that asshole's head in," Arlo insisted.

"It was his boys who tackled me and just about strangled Bambi," she explained.

"Then I'll go hurt them."

"Your bat's probably still at Perkins'."

"I'll just use Raylan's bat," he then said, going toward the stairs and toward Raylan's old bedroom.

"Arlo!" Helen shouted after him before looking at his son. "Raylan, tell your father to leave it alone."

"No, I think you got it under control," Raylan said after looking around. "I'm gone get Bambi home. So long."

Raylan looked at Bambi and silently offered her his hand, and rather than insert herself in his family affairs, she just nodded and took his hand, letting him lead her out of the house. But of course, that wasn't the end of it.

"Hold on a second," Helen said, chasing after them.

Raylan sighed and came to a stop, letting go of Bambi's hand as he looked at his step-mother. "Why did those guys knock you around? This all 'cause of rent?"

"I told you. We need the money," she said.

And rather than notice how Bambi was frowning at Helen's lack of truth, Raylan just laughed and pointed to the house. "Yeah, no, I can see that."

"You don't like it, pick up a paintbrush. Get to work," she said in a grouchy tone.

"Perkins never sent the rent?" he asked disbelievingly.

"It's possible he did," she muttered, "and we forgot."

Raylan gave her a disapproving look. "Helen."

"We're old, Raylan. We forget things."

"Arlo is up to something, and I don't appreciate Bambi getting caught in the crossfire," Raylan said, his jaw tight as he glanced at Bambi's bleeding forehead once more. "What, is he trying to scam this guy, huh? Get him to pay rent twice. I should have never come."

With a nod of his head, Raylan signaled for Bambi to follow, which she did silently. But of course, Helen wasn't done there — she shared the news that Bambi and Ava had been avoiding telling Raylan, figuring he wouldn't want to know.

"Your father had a heart attack."

Raylan came to a quick stop and faced Helen once more. "When?"

"Two years ago. He went to the V.A. on account of his Vietnam service. While he was there, he snapped, lost his mind for a few days. They diagnosed him with that stress disorder, TP... PTP..."

"Yeah, uh, PTSD," Raylan supplied while rubbing his forehead, exhausted.

"They also said he's bipolar. Doctor said that's why one day he'd be like Santa Claus, tossing out candy, the next day he'd bite the head off of anyone who met his eye, said that's why he drinks so much. But he's on medication now. He's calmer than I ever saw him."

True amusement flashed across Raylan's face. "He just busted up a man's house and squared him in the balls."

Helen could only shrug. "He's still Arlo."

"Yeah," he muttered, turning away again.

"Thanks for coming down for him."

"No, no," he said, shaking his head. "I didn't come down for him. I came down for you."

"Bye, Helen," Bambi managed to say weakly, waving to her.

Raylan tried to lead Bambi around to the passenger seat of his car, but she shook her head and pulled away. "I can't leave my car here," she told him. "I ain't got a concussion. I can get home just fine, Raylan."

He narrowed his eyes at her. "You ain't just sayin' that so you don't have to get in a car with me again?"

Bambi giggled, making him smile fully, neither paying attention to Helen, who was watching them curiously. "I can drive myself," she promised.

"Well, I'm still followin' you home," he decided. "Wanna make sure you get in okay."

Deciding not to fight him on it, Bambi just nodded and then went to her car, moving quickly because she didn't want to waste any more of Raylan's time. It was only seven minutes from Arlo's house to the small farmhouse she lived in on her own — it was just five minutes from the shitty, abandoned church that Boyd used to do his dealings in, unfortunately. That was the problem with Harlan.

Everything was so goddamn close by.

Much to Bambi's surprise, when they arrived, Raylan got out of his Town Car. So, she met him at the front porch with a frown. "What are you doing now, Marshal?"

He rolled his eyes playfully as she got her key out and unlocked her door. "Playing doctor. You're still bleeding. Can see the tissues stuffed in your pocket."

Bambi grimaced. She had been dabbing at her aching head the whole drive, trying to keep it from dripping down into her eye. And clearly, she hadn't fooled Raylan by just shoving the dirty tissues in her cardigan pocket.

"I can clean it myself, really," she said softly. "I know you got better things to do."

"What?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Like stopping my father from sitting in a jail cell twice in one day."

Bambi bit her lip and looked at her feet. "You think he's gone find them boys and hurt them?"

"Bambi, look at you and Aunt Helen," Raylan sighed, eyes on her wound. "If I wasn't a Marshal and knew better, I'd be doing the same for them hurting you."

"Sweet," she said, smiling as she opened the door. "I guess you can come in. I got some first aid stuff in the bathroom."

With the invitation, Raylan followed her inside, subtly looking around. Everything was so brightly decorated, making him smile a bit. She had framed pictures from college with strangers all over and art from students, but not a single picture of any of her family members.

It was a small house. From his spot in the hallway, he could see into the kitchen, and living room, and bathroom — he assumed the one closed door was her bedroom.

Like she could read his mind, Bambi returned from the bathroom with a white box, an apologetic look on her face. "It ain't much — teacher's salary."

"It's cozy," he assured her.

"Cozy means small," she said, grinning.

"Bigger than my motel room."

"Fair. Now, come on, Dr. Givens."

He had a smile on his face as she led him to the living room, both taking a seat on the couch. After she opened up the box of supplies, Raylan found everything to clean, disinfect, and bandage the cut on her head that would be bruised horribly come morning.

"So," he said while getting to work. "What the hell were you doing at my father's house?"

"Heard about him getting locked up again," she explained simply. "Brought your Aunt Helen a blueberry pie. It's Arlo's favorite."

"Mine too," he told her. "Maybe we outta stayed there a little while longer."

Bambi just chuckled. "I think you'd have killed your daddy if so."

"Probably," he admitted shamelessly. Then he noticed how she flinched when he applied the disinfectant, which stung. "Sorry."

"It's okay," she assured him as he reached for the bandage. "I've gotten worse wounds just playin' softball growin' up. Was practicing with Boyd, and he broke my nose."

Holding back a laugh, Raylan just smoothed down the sides of the bandage gently before running his finger along her perfectly healed nose, making her scrunch it up.

"Bet that hurt a hell of a whole lot."

"Yeah, but Daddy let me break his nose in retaliation," she said, grinning toothily. "And he was already turning into a supremacist asshole at that point, so I was all too happy to do it."

Raylan let out a laugh at that, picturing a middle school-aged Bambi beating up on a fully-grown Boyd, who deserved it. "I'd have paid to see that."

"Ava was cheerin' me on," she recalled. Then she looked at Raylan knowingly. "Speakin' of..."

Raylan groaned and rolled his head back, holding his hat on his head. "What've you heard?"

"Not much — I requested she keep the dirty details to herself," she said, smirking. Then it fell. "Just... be careful with her, Raylan. It's messy, you two fallin' in love."

"Now, it ain't no love," Raylan said, his eyes wide.

"Maybe on your part," she said softly. Buy Ava was already a goner. "Ain't nothing wrong with just having fun. I know you don't exactly plan on staying in Kentucky long. But just like they say in Ella Enchanted — don't go breaking her heart."

His face scrunched up in a way that Bambi thought was adorable. "What's Ella Enchanted?"

Her mouth fell open in disbelief before she shook her head. "One of the best movies ever made. Anne Hathaway steals the show," she explained. "But somethin' tells me a man like you ain't got time for movie nights, so I'll forgive you for not having seen it."

"Maybe I'll put it on my watch list for you," he said. Then Raylan looked back at her covered wound. "Bambi, be honest with me. What happened at the house?"

"Perkins came by, forced his way in. Was tearing up the house, saying Arlo stole something from him that was hidden in a secret compartment or something in the wall," she explained. "Helen didn't seem to know what he was talking about. But clearly, Perkins is in something."

"You got an idea what?" he questioned.

Bambi tilted her head curiously. "Thought you didn't care? Thought you were going back to Lexington?"

He hesitated for a moment. "I am," he said, neither one believing it.

"Sure you are."

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Bambi tried not to be smug that night when she saw Raylan walk into Johnny's bar, a determined look on his face. And he walked right up to her, sighing a bit as they made eye contact.

"Where's your cousin?"

If anyone would know anything, it'd be one of the last Crowders standing. After all, Bo Crowder's narcotics business was still going even while he and Boyd were behind bars and Bowman was dead — someone had to keep the wheels greased and turning. It wasn't going strong, of course, because some folks from Miami were running things now, not that Bambi knew enough about all that.

"This way," she said, sliding off the barstool and leading him to the back parking lot.

Johnny was there, standing next to his truck and talking to two young girls who were sitting on the lowered tailgate. But when he spotted Raylan, who he hadn't seen since that first night he met Bambi, he gave him all his attention.

"Well, Raylan Givens. If it isn't old 25," he greeted, calling him by his jersey number from when they played ball together.

"Johnny," Raylan said, a little amused. "I'm sorry. I forgot your number."

"Jesus, Raylan. All the times I struck you out, you think you'd remember," he said, shaking his head before studying Raylan's serious disposition and Bambi's apologetic expression — she knew he didn't like her being around Raylan. "What are you doing here? You come for a beer?"

"No, I'm coming to see you, actually."

"Oh, well. I am honored and humbled. And a little more than surprised," he admitted with a frown. He didn't want anything to do with a U.S. Marshal.

"I need a favor, Johnny," Raylan said simply.

Johnny glanced at the girls on the truck. "Why don't you girls go inside, get yourself a drink? Bambi, wanna join 'em?"

"I think I'll stay put," Bambi said, crossing her arms as the girls left. She didn't really trust Johnny alone with Raylan.

Johnny rolled his jaw before narrowing his eyes at Raylan. "You shot my cousin."

"No, no. God shot Boyd. Ask him. He'll tell you I saved his soul," Raylan said, still amused by it all.

Knowing he was a bit right, Johnny just chuckled. "Okay, what's the favor?"

"You know Stan Perkins? Renting my aunt's old place?"

"I do."

"He up to something?"

"Oh, how would I know that?" Johnny asked innocently.

He thought it was a little funny, the matching looks of accusation on Raylan and Bambi's faces.

"You serve hard alcohol," Raylan reminded him given that it was a dry county. "People talk too much as it is."

Johnny seemed to think it over before changing the subject. "You still play ball?"

Raylan looked at him curiously before replying. "Oh, I'm a solid two-hundred hitter."

"I'll tell you what. How about I give you three good pitches? If you get one, I'll answer your question."

Bambi rolled her eyes at his childishness, while Raylan just entertained him. "Where?"

He pointed over to the tin wall that had plenty of space. "Right there is good."

"You got a bat?"

"Of course, I got a bat," Johnny scoffed. "What do you think? I'm a fa—"

"Watch your goddamn language, Johnny Crowder," Bambi said, glaring at her cousin, knowing good and well what he was going to say. Maybe Johnny was one of the better Crowders — which was saying a lot because Johnny was still horrible — but he was still someone Bambi was ashamed to be related to.

With a huff, Johnny just got the bat he kept around, as well as a bucket of baseballs — Bambi didn't know why he had those in his truck, but clearly, they came in handy that night. Bambi watched as Raylan removed his blazer before handing it and his cowboy hat to her, trusting her not to lose them or get them dirty. She stood to the side so that she wouldn't get hit with any of the balls.

Johnny lined up his first shot, only to throw it right at Raylan's head, who barely ducked in time, falling to the floor.

"Whoo! Strike one!"

"Johnny," Bambi sighed, looking at her cousin in disapproval.

He just grinned, both watching as Raylan grabbed a rock and began marking a square on the tin so that Johnny knew to aim for it. Next, he stretched his arms above his head with the bat and twirled it a few times before getting ready. This time, when Johnny threw the ball, Raylan hit it, but it went flying upward and landed on the roof

"Ooh, foul ball. Strike two," Johnny mocked.

"Raylan, you're embarrassing me," Bambi said, shaking her head. Johnny wouldn't stop bragging about this if Raylan missed this last shot — and they'd have no information on Perkins.

Raylan shot an annoyed look at Bambi, who just smiled cutely before he focused back on Johnny. When he threw the ball, Raylan swung quickly, hitting the ball straight back toward Johnny, who fell over as he ducked, and the ball hit Raylan's car, making the alarm go off.

"Shit!" Johnny cursed.

Bambi quickly dug the car keys out of Raylan's coat pocket and silenced the alarm as an amused Raylan came up to her. Once he reached her, she handed over his jacket, which he slid on. Then he looked at her expectantly, watching silently as she stood on her toes and lowered the cowboy hat down onto his head, making him smile.

"It's a good pitch," Raylan complimented Johnny, helping him stand up.

"Yeah, well, there's a better swing," he grumbled.

Raylan looked at him expectantly. "Perkins? He into something?"

Johnny looked at Bambi for a moment, knowing how strict Bo was about talking about this stuff around her. "Yeah," he sighed. "He's moving hilly-billy heroin. You know what that is or you been gone too long?"

"OxyContin," Raylan surmised. "Is he keeping it in my aunt's old place?"

"Well, I don't know where he keeps it," he shrugged.

Realizing that's all he was going to get, Raylan sighed and handed the bat back. "It's good to see you, Johnny. And Bambi, I'll be seeing you."

She nodded as he walked off, only for Johnny to stop him. "Hey, Raylan," he called. "This is just a friendly heads-up, now. Bo Crowder's getting out of prison soon."

Instantly, Raylan looked to Bambi, who kept her blue eyes to the ground, not giving anything away.

"And Ava killed his son," Johnny went on. "Now, a lot of folks around here might think Bowman deserved it, but, uh, Bo will not be one of those people. Ava might want to get herself out of Kentucky as soon as she can."

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Bambi wasn't expecting a knock on her door the next Sunday night — she didn't get many visitors, and if Ava was coming by, she always called. She knew Bambi had every right to be a bit skittish given who her family was.

Not to mention Ava had been pretty much living in a motel room with Raylan in Lexington.

So, Bambi quickly paused the movie she was watching and got off her couch, going to her door anxiously. But that anxiety faded when she saw Raylan's familiar face through the small window at the top of the door. She sighed and opened up for him, leaning against the doorframe.

"Raylan Givens coming over two days in a row. Count me lucky," she said with a grin.

He matched her smile — he couldn't help it. Seeing her smile just made him want to do the same. "Brought something for you."

She raised an eyebrow and pointed to her chest, only for her face to light up when he brought his hand from out behind his back, revealing the empty and clean pie dish from Helen.

"Did you at least get a slice?" she asked, taking it from him.

"Not even a sliver," he scoffed. "Can I come in?"

"Of course," she told him, heading to her kitchen.

Raylan carefully shut and locked the front door before looking at Bambi once more, who'd made it to the kitchen. He watched as she stood on her toes to put the pie dish away, the small, blue cotton shorts she wore riding up as she did so. It was then he noticed the rest of her attire — as in just a plain white tank top. Clearly, she was dressed for bed.

"Did I wake you?" he asked, glancing at his watch. It was fairly late and she was a school teacher.

"Naw, just put on a movie," she told him, coming back.

And since he could see the living room from the hallway, he looked at the TV screen, seeing a brightly-colored, paused picture. "What are you watching?"

Bambi grinned at him, leaning against the wall. "Ella Enchanted. I'd invite you to stay, but I bet you gotta get back to Lexington, don't you?"

Raylan thought it over, looking between Bambi and the TV screen. "Well, I figure I might could make an exception for one of the best movies ever."

The look on her face was worth the tired drive he'd have and worth the explanation to Ava on why he wasn't going to be back at the motel for a long while — she'd end up thinking he was sweet for keeping her young sister-in-law company.

"Right this way to the viewing room, Marshal," Bambi said, leading him to the living room.

He removed his hat and set it on the coffee table next to the bowl of fresh popcorn as she sat down too, drawing her legs underneath her to get comfortable before grabbing the remote, backing the movie up to the beginning.

"Can I ask you a question before we start?" Raylan said timidly, eying her carefully. "Well, two things."

"Anything," she said.

"First, how's the head?" he had to ask, looking at the small bandaid that was now on her forehead. It made him smile seeing the rainbow pattern on it.

"I think I'll make it," she declared. "You're not here to bill insurance for your services, are you?"

"Naw," he laughed. But then he rubbed his jaw, getting a bit more serious. "I gotta ask. Your daddy?"

Bambi bit her lip and looked down. "What about him?"

"How you feel about him getting out?"

"Not great," she admitted. "Little scared. He's been in so long, and I never visited him. I was just fifteen when he was locked up for running drugs. Again. I had to live with Bowman and Ava until I went to college. You know that?"

"No, I didn't. I had wondered," he admitted.

"He's reached out with letters and stuff," she went on, picking at her nails. "You know, congrats on graduating. Offered to even buy me a less shitty house — don't ask me how he can do that from prison."

"And you said no to the little mansion he could provide?" Raylan asked, raising an eyebrow.

Bambi just chuckled. "I'll take my loose floorboards and dripping faucet over depending on him and his drug money any day."

"Well, I can always fix a faucet," he offered to her. "Floorboards ain't much trouble either."

"You're too kind, Raylan," she said, smiling softly. "And if I keep tripping on the floorboard on the way to the bathroom in the middle of the night, I might take you up on that offer."