[ no Tim this chapter, but he'll be here next time! ]
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THAT'S MY GIRL. JUST HOW I RAISED YA.
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[ episode 1.05 ]
RAYLAN GIVENS PRACTICALLY STORMED INTO THE DINER IN HARLAN, heading for his Aunt Helen's familiar and aging form. He hadn't seen her in nineteen years and yet she still was the same and easy to spot in a crowd. And not even the 'no smoking' sign at the door could keep her from taking a drag from the cigarette in her hand.
"Why can't you bail him out?" Raylan asked as soon as he reached her. Helen had called him — no, not him, Ava Crowder — to tell him that she needed him to bail his father, Arlo Givens out of jail. And he was less than thrilled about having to come home to discuss the possibility of doing so.
"Those are first words out of your mouth?" Helen asked with a scoff.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll start again," Raylan said, shaking his head. "I see you're still smoking."
She raised an eyebrow. "You still piss in your bed?"
"No, you see, I gave up my bad habits."
"Not all of them, I hope," she said, making him chuckle, unamused. "How's Ava?"
"She's..." Raylan trailed off, feeling a bit ashamed to be sleeping with the woman that was involved with his case against shooting Boyd Crowder. "How did you know to call her?"
Helen just smirked at him teasingly. "Ava cuts your little sister's hair, Raylan. You know? The sister you ain't never set eyes on before?"
Raylan's mouth hung open a bit, his pulse picking up speed. He glanced around the diner nervously as if the girl would appear out of thin air. "She told Paisley?"
"Paisley Grace," Helen corrected. "And even if she hadn't, I thought she might know how to reach you, considering you both shot a Crowder boy in her dining room."
Giving up on that front, Raylan just sighed. "My original question — why can't you bail him out?"
"Sheriff Hunter and his jackboot thugs pulled your father over for D.U.I. a few weeks back, and I got a little boisterous in his defense, and they got a restraining order on me," Helen admitted. "I can't go in the jail."
"And Paisley Grace can't?" Raylan asked. He'd certainly had to bail their father out of jail enough times growing up — it was only fair she had to as well.
Helen just shook her head. "That baby ain't got no business near a prison," she said with a frown. "Besides, she's been in classes all day. Gave her money to go a semester at the college. She's still driving back from Lexington."
