Free hand slipping naturally around G's shoulders as Raylan embraces him, thumb rubbing back and forth across where it could in what comfort he could give. He knew that his appearance sometimes brought relief, but it did little in the aftermath of things, when the adrenaline finally fades.

"It won't be the last gun pointed at me, darlin'. My draw just has to be better. And it is. I've done this high noon shit more than once." It's what he would be doing his whole life, riding that line between life and death, fate held in a breath and a heart beat.

"I do it so you don't have to. " He does it so no one else has to. So single mothers and abused souls who don't have it in them don't have to do it. "They're just men who chose poorly. Ain't worth half a thought, they chose their paths."