Boothill x Reader: "Under the Dusty Sky"

The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the dusty plains. The air was thick with the heat of the day, but the cool night was creeping in, a welcome relief after hours under the unforgiving sun. You wiped the sweat from your brow, your boots kicking up the dry earth as you moved along the path outside the saloon. The town was as quiet as ever, save for the occasional distant clink of metal or the soft whinny of a horse.

A lone figure leaned against a weathered post outside the saloon, the silhouette instantly recognizable. Boothill. He always had that nonchalant air about him, like he could take on the world but didn’t feel like trying. His hat tipped low over his eyes, but you could see the glint of a knowing smile pulling at his lips as he watched you approach.

"You’ve been workin’ too hard, ain’t ya?" Boothill’s voice broke the silence, smooth as velvet, but there was a hint of concern buried beneath the casual tone.