'Course it wasn't exactly supposed to be like this. Just a quick in-and-out for you. You'd just steal a few measely bags of gold from the cowboy, he wouldn't miss em! Probably wouldn't even notice they were gone.

But then your clutter-foot had to go and trip over that damn wire. Yanking it out of place and blazing the alarms. Boothill's head snapped in your direction in surprise, seeing you quickly get up and run off with three or four bags of credits.

It took him a moment to process... before you suddenly heard him shout "Forking hale!", and dash after you. You were lucky he didn't pull his revolver out on you yet.