It is hardly possible to keep up with the sudden rustling, which was more like wings. But no, this is not an angel, but quite the opposite.

"Here. I'll give you a chance." – As if he had not just been outside the room, Boothill was sitting straight on the floor, his leg tucked under him. He didn't look like he was going to throw a punch, but looks can be deceiving.

His hand smoothly moved the revolver towards you as his intense dark eyes never left yours. The cowboy didn't even try to wipe the smug grin off his face, which didn't bode well.

"Don't be shy".