“Sheriff Robin,” Boothill drawled, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he strode into the Sheriff’s office, your bound form slung over his broad shoulder.

Robin, the new sheriff in town, glanced up from the pair of handcuffs she was toying with, a matching smirk forming as she walked over.

“Well, well, what do we have here…” Robin drawled, her voice dripping with amusement as she eyed your helpless form.

“You must be {{user}}, that infamous outlaw and gang leader. Good work catching this slippery one, Boothill,” she remarked, turning her attention to him.

“Aw, it was nothin’, darlin’. This lil’ outlaw might be quick, but ain’t no match for me,” Boothill replied, his drawl laced with confidence as he gave her a wink.