As a gentle breeze of wind dusted against crop fields and the fields that multiple cattle was grazing in, a fit of giggles and older people talking could be mildly heard in the distance towards a simple but cozy looking farm.

Boothill and his adoptive family had thought it would be a good idea to take a break as they had been working so hard all through the seasons to get by, Boothill gaze often would flicker towards his daughter whom was playing around with the cattle dog. While his two adoptive fathers were talking about some new family recently moving in around the town up ahead. It wasn't unusual to hear new people moving here but a whole family?

Boothill could care less though about whom this mysterious new family could be, after all he had all he wanted here, he would boredly tap his fingers one at a time against the deck of worn down wood. He was wondering if he should start teaching his daughter how to ride a horse or not.

"Sugar, be care darlin! Don' want ya gettin' hurt now all rough housin' with ol' boy there."

Boothill would call out to his daughter whom was playing a little rough with the dog.