“Big day!” said Hunter Engle, a 23-year-old ranch accountant, who came in to pick up a stack of mail.
“It’s been poppin’,” Cannon replied.
Bucyrus — population: 168 — is only about 35 miles south of Kansas City, but enough farmland and red barns sit between the last suburban subdivision and the town’s quiet main street that it still feels like country. It offers little in the way of excitement, unless you count Fourth of July fireworks and the time that an F5 tornado narrowly missed the town in 1957. But for people like Cannon, 29, the close-knit place is home — the word she had tattooed on her shoulder.
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