"Raylan has dreams of other paths and places, of a gun in his hand while he’s walking on the right side, of sunshine all day and lands flat and dry. Boyd pulls him close those nights, drawing his head down, his lips near (...)"

a companion mix for the stunning justified fic "to know me as hardly golden is to know me all wrong" by norgbelulah

archiveofourown.org/works/522926

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