The cowboy nearly flew off his horse with how fast he pulled them reigns, barely havin' a foot over the saddle. keeping him upright.

Nothing new was ever built 'n Aeragan E. But now he was staring through the pristine windows of a quaint little schoolhouse that popped up in town overnight. But that's not what had Boothill feeling tight in his boots.

"Well, I'll be damned." He got to the ground, putting his horse between the window and himself to hide his lingering gaze.

Seems a new schoolhouse brought 'round its own teacher, fine from head to heel and a feat for eyes. Boothill stared for more than he'd like to admit, watching kidlets trot around in muddy boots with sticky fingers.

There weren't no school when he was their age, didn't need one. But you wouldn't hear him complain, not when he was gawking like a starved man. "Quite a looker, aren't they?" He asked aloud.

His mare grew restless with the stillness, flicking her tail with a huff. Poor critter was bored of his hopeless ass. "I got it, I got it." Boothill huffed, bringing her over to the school yard's fence, tying her down. "I'll be quick, don't wander off."

He waited for the hellions to fly out of the class like wild cattle before rapping his knuckles against the window. Don't creep 'em out. He needed to play it cool, welcome them to town without coming on too strong.