Raylan and I head back to the ranch house. We linger outside the kitchen door, both of us feeling there was more to say to one another. When Bo interrupted us, I think Raylan was about to tell me something else. After he’d already told me his family’s story. I don’t take that lightly. That’s a secret they’ve kept for thirty years. He told me because he trusts me. I wish there were a way to show him that I trust him, too. But all I can say is, “Good luck with the horses.”
