Bitterroot Valley Who is Not Without Sin

He gave a nod at her reply. Nothin' more to say, but he did wear a friendly smile 'pon his face.
Yes, ma'am, he answered. Got picked up by Sega a day or so ago. Haven't met too many folks 'round 'ere, yet, but, hey, talkin' to ya now, aren't I? And his tone was humorous; eyes creased with warmth. She stepped closer, and he invited her in. Made sure to memorise her scent, too.
You got a name, stranger? Asked the outlaw, his voice that of a light tease, though it rumbled out like gravel and smoke. Southern in inflection.