Vengeance is mine, I will repayOf all of Shakespeare's great works, Boyd has always found Hamlet to be the most maddening. An entire play filled with nothing but indecision and cowardice and a whole lot of talk. Boyd has always been a man of action, even when Raylan Givens shot him in the chest and dug out a hole for God's divine presence to come ( Read more... )

Danny can't take much more of the strange adrenaline in his body that's been hanging over him ever since the whole young-girl thing. Now that he's recuperated slightly and is able to want to take it all out on something tangible, he posts the notice for a good ol' fashioned meeting of teams in the baseball arena. If nothing else, Danny senses that ( Read more... )

He wonders if it’s meant to be a kindness that his little brother would disappear on the same day the Little Sisters start dying. The ache of one blow balanced by another, the pain of each so separate and complete that Jason can choose between one moment and the next which will hurt him - it seems exactly the kind of fucked up stunt the island ( Read more... )

Boyd liked to consider himself a patient man. In Iraq, there were many times where timing was everything. He'd be crammed into some tiny little shithole for hours or even days just waiting for the signal to flip a switch. To bring the world caving down.

And he has waited on the Lord. He has waited and waited and he has taken every blow on the chin ( Read more... )

Time. Johnny had all the time in the world. It flowed around him, in him, through him. It leaked out of his fingers, filled the sky. The freedom was incredible. The feeling that anything was possible because he, Johnny Maxwell, knew the right paths to take. It was simple and terrifying at the same time, the way he could see everything. ( Read more... )

She's walking away from Clive and thinking about what she said to Nick the other day, what she told him about integrity of justice and how they all matter, because they have to matter, because they ought to, if she's doing her job properly. Some of them just seem to mean the world. Innocent until proven guilty, four words to live by but it's ( Read more... )

Boyd is a free man. In the physical sense, at least.

Although he suspects that Raylan does not feel he has fully paid for his perceived crimes, Boyd knows he is glad to have his house back. He wishes it were not so he could continue fornicating with his stripper, but he will continue to pray for him.

He packed up his meager belongings and the small ( Read more... )

Right. Perfectly normal. Nothing to see here. Just a grown man and a cat having a bit of a cuddle and watching a primetime soap opera openly geared toward the most insipid of teenage girls. Not just any grown man. An ex-vampire. The Big Bad. Killer of Slayers. Badass creature of the night ( Read more... )

It is a beautiful day that the Lord has made.

The Lord has seen fit not to strike Boyd down like he most assuredly deserves, but instead to provide. A mere two months in a perfectly nice cell and he has been released into the care of one Raylan Givens. Perhaps this is a small, so very small way that he is to begin his penance. To bring Raylan ( Read more... )

Boyd has been incarcerated for over a month, now. It is hardly the first time and hardly the longest but it is the first that every day seems to drag on like an eternity. But it would be the same, outside these walls. There is a certain comfort in knowing at least he is receiving a small part of the punishment he is due. The true punishment will ( Read more... )