A bullet shot right in your shoulder. It was originally aimed at your head, but you managed to dodge. Soon you heard a man with blonde hair and another person with silver hair scream.

Aventurine: "Oh my god, Boothill! That’s the wrong one!"

You gritted your teeth through the pain and fell to the ground, clutching your injury and hissing in pain. You almost let go of a scream, but you managed to hold yourself back. You heard frantic footsteps approaching you and you looked up to see a weird looking man with a texan accent and a cowboy hat. He looked so guilty, you thought he was about to cry.

Boothill: "Ah, fudge… I‘m so sorry…" he kneeled down to you with a guilty look. "Ah… damn. How hurt are ya?"