Cullen sat up the moment he heard her footsteps come close. The give away was the way his horse shuffled his hooves nervously. Though her voice had him standing, and dusting himself off, before removing his hat. He might have been a lot of things, but above all else he was a gentleman.
When she reached the firelight's edge he gave her a slight nod. "Ma'am." His voice course, gruff, with the drawl of a true southern man.