Raylan purses his lips for a moment. There's a very clear thought in his mind that he should probably find someone his own age, and then he ignores it. This is the part of his brain that's probably leading Art to an early grave.
"I watched it the same year I left here. Stands out pretty clear in my mind."
The expression on her face is sort of unreadable – or, no, it's not that. He can read it pretty clear, but it's hard to determine what she's so pleased about exactly, unless she likes an excuse to make jokes about a man's age. "Nineteen when I left. Dug coal for a while after I finished school, but there wasn't a whole lot keepin' me here."
Joan's expression stays transparently pleased, and a little smugger about it each moment. "Dug coal, ran away to the big city so you could become a law man?"
She tips the brim of his hat when she says it.
"And then you were tragically dragged back to the boondocks."
"Not Military City," she says. "But Houston's basically a different state. All them astronaut statues in Webster, shit. I'd take that over being an Okie in a heartbeat. But-" She taps the brim of his hat- "Texas is a lot fucking bigger'n Kentucky."
"Yeah, I know what that's like." Because she's far from home, because he'll never know the full details, because she wants him to like her, she says, "My daddy owed everybody in town at least five dollars, he was a boxer in the seventies and he had four identical fuckin' kids. Grew up dragging that behind me like cans on a wedding limo."
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"I watched it the same year I left here. Stands out pretty clear in my mind."
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She tips the brim of his hat when she says it.
"And then you were tragically dragged back to the boondocks."
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