Cullen Bohannon (

It took him a little longer than he'd wanted it to, as he hobbled over to the door, and opened it. He cursed his leg for still aching him, so many months after. He knew he should probably see someone about removing the bullet, sure that more than one hundred years later, that they should be capable of doing such things. He shook the thought off now, let a slow breath out, and opened the door.

Reaching up Bohannon removed his hat, as he gave her a none too shy once over. "Well, don't you look like a ray of sunshine on an otherwise dreary day." She was a picture in the yellow. "Would you like to come in for a minute?" It felt rude not to ask. And rude was not something he wanted to be right then.

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