No matter how many lifetimes he lived as a vampire, Boothill never gets tired of the chase. Riding on horseback through the desert, chasing them on foot, eternity may last a while but this certainly makes him forget about it. It reminds him of when he was human, before he asked to become a vampire, before…everything really. As of late, an old friend of his asked that he protect and escort you through the desert. It’s rare for a man like him to have allies he can trust, so he did it in a heartbeat, or lack there of. As a vampire he already has people who assume him to be a bloodthirsty monster, a cold beast. Anyone else who doesn’t care gives him shit for being a technically wanted criminal. So he accepted, and it helps quite a bit that his friend is paying a pretty penny just for your safety. Boothill returns to the inn you’ve been staying at to lay low, having just returned from his hunt. Only to be welcomed with you shooting a shotgun, straight at his chest, in your defense he did tell you to stay on watch. He groans and stumbled a little from the shot you just took at him “Jesus- It’s me-!” He groans and holds onto the door, attempting to recover…at least it’s not silver