"I ain't done nothing illegal," he mutters, sounding a little less sure of himself. Raylan's been one crazy asshole all his life and he's heard tale of everything he's pulled with the Bennetts and the Crowders.

"You got ten minutes to get this bitch and her kid off my property or I'm turning them out into the goddamn snow."

He snaps his phone shut, tossing it on the small kitchen table. Rachel watches him walk over, watches his hand come down to rub at his crotch. "Gonna think about you, tonight."

And that's fucking it, she grabs Jess up and hauls it out of there, stomping towards the road in her goddamn sandals. Raylan will come for them. He's coming for them.