The Long Arm of the Law Unexpectedly Ambushed Who: Colonel Douglas Mortimer and Raylan Givens What: While escorting a prisoner, Raylan finds them both unexpected transported to another time When: From present day to 1890's in one easy lesson Where: From Kentucky to Texas Status/Rating: Incomplete/tbd, unlikely to be very high
And I saddle up my horse And I ride into the city I make a lot of noise Cause the girls They are so pretty Riding up and down Broadway On my old stud Leroy And the girls say
Raylan Givens thought it was probably a good thing that he wasn't encumbered with wife or girlfriend at times like this when he had to take an overnight trip outside of Lexington in order to perform his duties as a U.S. marshall. Although that wasn't entirely true. He sure as heck didn't have Ava Crowder but he sure as heck didn't know what he had going on with Winona either. She'd left good ol' Gary, and they sort of cohabited Raylan's small motel room, but what it was they were playing at, Raylan couldn't say. She'd left him for Gary once before - he was the realtor who'd sold them their house. 'Course that dang fool'd gotten himself into a peck of troubles no sane man - or woman - would want to be part of.
Sometimes it was good just to get out of town and clear one's head.
Today he was driving a prisoner to Texas, as a favor to that state, saving them the trouble of sending one of their own to deal with the extradition. Kentucky'd waived it and as a show of good faith they were sending Raylan down to Austin with the dangerous prisoner in tow. The prisoner in question was one James Buchanan Redford, aka "Buck" Redford. Most of the charges facing him back home were of the statutory type. Apparently this guy had a fondness for underage girls. He'd fled the state when one of his potential girlfriends had turned out to be a 30 year old undercover officer.
Raylan didn't credit the guy with too much smarts, though. Sure he fit right in with Harlan County society just fine. But he made the mistake of hitting on the wrong little girl, and an irate daddy had done a number on him. It was while he was healing at the hospital that they'd found out who he really was. The rest, as they say, was all she wrote.
The drive had been uneventful, just the way Raylan wanted it to be. They'd crossed over the Texas state line with no trouble. Buck seemed resigned to be going back to face justice. He'd quit offering Raylan bribes to let him go a couple states back. He didn't appear to be the violent type, but Raylan wasn't taking any chances. He'd cuffed him to the wheel, and made him drive. Safer that way.
"Marshall," Buck began, and Raylan sighed, preparing for another offer. Instead he was startled to hear the prisoner say, "Looky there," nodding toward the windshield. Raylan squinted against the setting sun and swore. Some sort of strange mist had enveloped the road ahead, he could barely see in front of them.
"Buck, pull over," he directed him, one hand on his gun, just in case. But it was too late, and they were shooting through it before they knew what was what.
"Dammit!" Raylan swore, just before the world went black.