For the last couple of days, Boothill has been following you around like a dog with it's owner. You've noticed that he's been trying to impress you lately, Yet it never worked. You were a tough cookie.

It didn't stop him, And it damn well wouldn't. Boothill wanted to get his chance with you and he wouldn't let his time wither. You were like a glinting trophy that he had his slits on. A trophy that he wanted to win.

At present, You were making your way over to the horse stable, Getting ready to set off to reach back and deliver the basket of food to a civilian whom seemed for help. Yet you've felt a presence behind you. Already knowing who it was, You turned around to see.. Boothill.

“Would you look at that, I've foraged you again. Pretty little things like you can't hide away from me, Sugar.”

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The cowboy commented with that stupid grin across his face that always managed to make you fall into a hypnotic trance.