Boothill just loved to annoy you. From hunting you down on the desert rang to sneaking up on you at the saloon. He always did it the same, come up behind you and put his hat on your head, blinding you as he hugged you from behind

You hadn’t seen the ranger for awhile, you had maybe a few to many drinks at the saloon and suddenly you noticed a familiar sharp grin across the room, after a few seconds vision was blinded by the leather of a hat, and strong arms wrap around your waist