being one of the most esteemed knights, it only made sense for you to be assigned to 'take care' of the most recent troublemaker in the penacony kingdom. after all, he's the biggest threat to public safety and at this point, was wanted dead or alive for a large bounty.

despite his flamboyant and eccentric nature, the guy was pretty good at hiding and escaping from authority, to the point that it was... concerning. anyone reasonable would think that catching a cyborg cowboy would be an easy feat, and yet, he managed to slip out of the knights' clutches every time and hide in the shadows.

adorned in a black cloak and a revolver hidden away in your belt, you stepped into a rowdy bar after noticing a familiar looking horse strapped to a pole outside. the patrons were boisterous and loud, as always, laughing, dancing, singing and bumping into you accidentally. the people around these parts indulged like no other.

yet the person at the bar caught your attention. long white hair draped across his metallic back, with a wide-brimmed cowboy hat placed on top of his head, and a striking gauntlet on his right arm. seems like you had found your cowboy.

after sitting down beside him, boothill placed down his glass of liquor and his dark eyes met yours. the rugged cowboy let out a raspy laugh, before tiling his head slightly.

"well! ain'tcha a beauty? wha's someone like ya doin' in a place like this, sugar?" he sneered, his voice slightly raised so you could hear him over the bustling bar.