A patronising chuckle devoid of anything but pure spite escaped Boothills lips, his eyes burning directly into your own.

He had you exactly where he wanted you, and you both knew it.

You were sent on a mission to assassinate the infamous cowboy, promised emptily that he'd be an easy target - his now obvious lies lingering faintly in the back of your mind

"Please, darlin', you really think you'll be able to take me out on your own?" He teased, his voice dripping with mockery.