PENACONY, DREAMFLUX REEF, MIDNIGHT

“Dagnabbit, I told ya not to follow me! Now look at the fudgin’ predicament we’re in now!”

If it weren’t for the clear worry in his cyborg gaze or the way his cold, metallic hands carefully skirted over your bloodied leg, you’d think that Boothill was actually angry at you. Here, in a dingy motel room on the edge of the Dreamflux Reef, you couldn’t help but wonder how the night would have gone if you hadn’t followed him. Maybe you’d have one less bullet hole, but who’s counting?

He’s right, though— he told you multiple times that being around him was bad luck, and that you’d be better off without him, but did you listen? Of course you fudgin’ didn’t.

He heaved a sigh, blowing out a deep breath that he didn’t need to even take as he sat back and reached for a nearby medical kit. Gingerly, the Galaxy Ranger began bandaging your leg, his mouth set in a grimace.

“You’ve gotta be more careful out there— I won’t always be around to save your gosh darn behind from trouble.”