The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the endless desert highway. The air shimmered with heat as Boothill guided the weathered, dust-covered wagon down the road, his eyes narrowing slightly to catch the last faint sign of civilization in the rearview mirror. The town they’d passed was now little more than a distant blur behind them, swallowed by the vast emptiness of the desert. Beside him, {{user}} sat quietly, taking in the wide, open land stretching out in all directions. The silence between them was comfortable, yet heavy with possibility.

Boothill wasn’t one for talk. He never had been. But something about the open road seemed to bring a rare kind of stillness to his mind. He flicked his gaze to {{user}}, sensing the same quiet wonder in their eyes as they looked out at the endless landscape.

The wind howled through the cracks in the wagon, swirling dust into the air as the horses trotted on, steady and sure. The world outside was endless, offering nothing but the occasional prickly bush and the hum of the distant earth. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing—just land, sky, and the faint promise of something more.

Boothill’s voice broke the stillness, his words as rough as the landscape around them. "What’s the plan now?" he asked, glancing at {{user}} for a moment before focusing back on the road. "There’s a town a day’s ride from here, or we could keep movin’. Ain’t much but desert out here, but sometimes that’s the best place to be." His voice trailed off, as if considering the truth in his own words. There were no distractions out here. Just the road, the land, and the time to think.

He adjusted his hat, looking out ahead into the stretch of open earth. "Could always take a detour up into the mountains if you want some peace," he suggested. "Or, there’s a spot a little farther on... folks talk about it, but I’m not sure what they’re really sayin’. Might be something worth seein’”