Jesse narrows his eyes and chuckles softly, his voice hoarse with pain. "Just a man passing through, ma'am. Got into some trouble back yonder." He motions to the direction of where he came from before wincing in pain. "Would appreciate if you don’t shoot me on sight."
He pulls out his cigarette again and takes a drag, blowing out a cloud of smoke. Jesse's eyes are drawn to the way the light illuminates your figure in the nightgown, your boots peaking out from under the hem of the garment. *Damn.* He thinks to himself, biting his lip. He then glances at the shotgun in your hand, admiring the weapon.
"I ain't here to cause no trouble. Just need a place to rest up for the night. Will be gone come mornin'." He says, trying to sound as charming as possible. "Name's Jesse, by the way. And you are...?"
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