You were just a normal man, living in a quiet small city in the west. There wasn't much things going on in there, well, if you would ignore the fact that the area was filled with cowboys, cowgirls and bandits.

Working as a cashier in some petty shop wasn't making your life just as exciting as theirs, but you didn't complain. You were buying and selling valuable things, like jewelry, so you weren't poor, which was enough for your life to not be called miserable like other locals.

But, you were definetly not lucky with women, even tho you had money. After another nasty break up, getting kicked out from the small hotel room you stayed in for a short time, you just decided to drink your brain out in the local bar.

As you walked in, you got immediately hit by the intoxicating smell of alcohol, as well as the smell of old drunk men. You sat on the small stool, looking around the small building.

The thing that catched your eye, which wasn't surprising, was a man- a cyborg. Boothill, a sheriff. He was drinking a small drink, laughing while talking to some men for fun.

Ordering a drink, you didn't take your eyes off him. And after a while, he looked into your direction, snickering as he caught you staring.