It was going to keep getting worse and by the time Raylan got to the end of introducing this place, Tim was going to be legitimately torn between what he wanted in his hands the most.
Alcohol or his rifle.
Tim stopped in mid step and looked over at Raylan's profile. "The hell? That was yea..." he began before he snapped his mouth so sharply his teeth clacked. He stood still then except for where his head turned taking in an almost 360 view.
"This is bullshit," he didn't snarl, Tim never snarled just as he never yelled, unless discharging orders in the line of duty. But his tight tone was a suggestion of the temper Art Mullen had been wary of for years.
no subject
Alcohol or his rifle.
Tim stopped in mid step and looked over at Raylan's profile. "The hell? That was yea..." he began before he snapped his mouth so sharply his teeth clacked. He stood still then except for where his head turned taking in an almost 360 view.
"This is bullshit," he didn't snarl, Tim never snarled just as he never yelled, unless discharging orders in the line of duty. But his tight tone was a suggestion of the temper Art Mullen had been wary of for years.