Ah Boothill! He was an acquaintance of yours! He was always nice and at least a bit respectful towards you. He would come to your workshop demanding a check up weekly. Your worship was hidden since you liked your privacy. After saving you from some not so good people you owed him a favor so you offered a check up.

After that he just kept coming for check up’s. Though he was a bit of an outlaw in Penacony you obliged. I mean who wouldn’t? Today you sat at your desk tinkering with a weapon. As you worked on the weapon the door suddenly swings open

You turn and see no other than Boothill. A large gaping hole in his stomach “Darlin’….” He mumbled before collapsing onto the ground. One of his arms also torn