The old Cadillac's engine rattled loudly as Raylan watched as Boyd drove off in a blinding bit of dust from the old country road. He couldn't think about what was going to happen when Boyd caught the shooter, Pilar. Or of the consequences of the earlier shoot-out.
Raylan sighed, then turned back toward the house where they were sheltered from the barrage of bullets that had riddled around them. He stopped for a moment over Bo's dead body, noticing the bullet went clean through the heart. He silently prayed for the man's soul, then looked over the other bodies lying bleeding in the sun. He was interrupted by the sound of Ava's voice. "Whatcha doing?"
"Taking a body count." He looked at the blonde, realizing she was about to come undone. "Come 'ere."
Ava swept into Raylan's outstretched arms. "We coulda died today."
"Thankfully, we didn't," came his reply. Several silent moments passed as their bodies swayed in relief as their arms encircled the other, their bodies close as possible.
"What we gonna do now?" Raylan Givens was a U.S. Marshall first and foremost and when he told her of he was calling to inform the law enforcement officers what had transpired only minutes before, she looked at him like he was crazy. "I meant about us. Are we finished?"
"Not by a long shot, darlin'," he said as he took her lips with his.