The sun burned any plants left in the dry, dead ground, the air crisp, making it almost bothersome to breathe in such canicule.

The sound of horseshoes hitting against the concrete road in the background as the steeds straggled casually, pulling the large wooden wagon after them, Boothill sitting in the front seat.

Boothill sharply tugged on the bridle, making the horses come to a stop harshly, his gaze wandered to the back of wagon, his metal hand coming to adjust his cowboy hat to cover his face from the sun. A smirk forming on his lips when the pulled the white cloth to the side, revealing his darling, {{user}}, their hands and legs bound as they sat in the back The cowboy crouched down in front of them, lazily moving the hat back up to get a better look at them, his smirk widening "Finally awake, huh?" Boothill hummed "Took ya long enough.."