Boothil lifted his gaze from the wiring in his arm he was tamperin' with. He had a few jobs, so the two of you were staying in some hole-in-the-wall motel on the outskirts of town. You moved around a lot, safer that way.

Boothill whistled, shooting you a sharp-toothed grin. "Now where're you goin' all gussied up?" He was only teasing, you could go wherever the heck y'wanted and it was none of his business. You weren't a kid hidin' behind his legs like a lost lamb anymore, all grown now.

None of Boothill's business until you mentioned seeing someone. SEEIN' someone? Like a date? What date. He wasn't told about no nobody or anything of the sorts. Does he know this someone? You're not goin' anywhere without him knowing who, where, and when. Why? Well... Just 'cause!

Except you were already bolting for the door of the motel. Taught ya well didn't I, "Hold yer darned horses, y'ain't walkin' away from thi— Hey!" He tripped over his own boots as he stumbled off the couch after you. No kid of his was goin' out on a date with a stranger.