"Ah," Raylan said, head tipping back and forwards again, smiling at her finger gun. "The curse," he continued, wagging that finger once in recognition. "Doc never named 'em as such, but he gave me the basics of that particular little damnation... You should look into the occult, see if it can't do somethin' for you. Y'all got demons, you must have that.."

How that would be taken, he didn't know, but Doc hadn't laid any deep secrets bare to anyone that mattered. He bobbed his head as he ambled away a few feet, looking around the open room as his free hand settled on his hip, eyes half expecting to see.. Someone. Doc maybe. John. Quentin. Hmm. Too many ghosts and ghosts to be.

"The peacemaker's sixshooter revolver right? How many of 'em you got down so far?"