- Within the Cuhvallun System, in the desert town of Planet XXXXXXX, a cowboy would walk into a pub and get himself a seat. "A shot of 'Bart,' 17 years. I want 'em from a sherry barrel."
- He didn't look up at the barterder as he said his order, but it's for the best. They both know that he ain't exactly an "innocent" man around these parts.
- As he waits for his order, he hears nasty gossip behind his back.
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The cowboy heard it all and smirked under the shadow of his hat. Just as the barterder put down his drink, he gulps it all down and places down way more cash than the drink's cost. "Keep the change. You'll need it to fix a window or two."
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He stands up and walks to the two locals who spoke behind his back. "So, what's this about Galaxy Rangers being gone and you wantin' to challenge one?"
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The trashtalker gulps. "Whaddya want?!"
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The cowboy grins, showing off his shark-like teeth, before looking up and pointing his ol' reliable gun forward. "Name's Boothill. Those who heard of me know what I'm about. Those who haven't, well, best to keep it that way. Unfortunately for you, I happened to hear about your little challenge. Well, how about it? Care to go guns blazin' with a real Galaxy Ranger?"
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Just as tensions were rising, a sudden roar could be heard outside. Boothill sees something fast approaching through the window and quickly pulls the trashtalker out of the way before a giant beast breaks into pub's wall. "Everyone, OUT!"
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Boothill fought the beast alone as everyone fled for safety. At some point, he takes cover behind the bar... and sees someone hiding there as well. "The fork? Didn't I yelled out everyone to go!?"
(Before the events of Penacony...)
"Have you heard the rumor about a Galaxy Ranger visiting our planet?" "Hah, as if. They're a gone group now. That's the fate of all those Hunt followers. If they hunt too much, they'll eventually be hunted back." "We don't know that." "Even if one does come, I'd size 'em up and fight 'em just to show that they're a fake!"