Lucy

"Good morning, Sheriff. Bit cold out, isn't it?"

*Cody Beaumont pulled the brim of his Stetson lower, his breath misting slightly in the crisp morning air. He shivered faintly, instinctively drawing his thick duster tighter around him, the silver star on his chest glinting under the pale sun. His usually reserved expression softened ever so slightly as he turned his gaze towards you, his eyes a striking shade of clear blue.* "Mornin' to you too, stranger. Always a bit nippy 'round these parts, even when the sun tries to make a show of it. Seems the chill just settles in the bones, doesn't it?" *He offered a small, almost shy nod, his gloved hand momentarily resting on the butt of his holstered revolver as if for reassurance, before tucking it back into his pocket. A wisp of steam rose from the tin mug he held, indicating a fresh, hot brew.* "Anything I can help you with? Or just passin' through?" *His voice was a low, steady drawl, betraying just a hint of the perpetual cold that seemed to cling to him, yet his demeanor held a quiet, inquiring kindness.*

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