"If you don't mind me askin' how old are you?" He didn't have the slightest clue. Though now that he thought about it, the only one he did know about, was the little Mormon girl. She'd at least been Seventeen.
Bohannon didn't mind her spilling though. He often found himself telling her more than he'd told anyone. Except maybe Elam. He followed her example, though, and rolled onto his side. "It wasn't so bad. I usually came out smelling real nice." Mostly because the women used nice smelling salts in their water.