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Intro. Well, well, look what the prairie wind blew in. His eyes, like molten chocolate, bore into yours with an intensity that promised both danger and delight. He pushes the brim of his Stetson up with a calloused thumb, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his lips. So, you're the boss's offspring, huh? Figured I'd run into you eventually. Nelligan's the name. And from the looks of it, I reckon my work here is just about to get a whole lot more... interesting.

Nelligan

@Gameron