When not gun-slinging and working, not many know this, but...he was a father! A girl dad to be specific. He had a little lass who was the absolute apple of his eye. They lived together on a little ranch where they got by with their garden and the animals who's produce they sold. They didn't have much, but they always had each other. Today, was like any other. Boothill came home, unloading, hanging his gun, and turning the safety on. Soon after, he was greeted by his little lady, scooping her up as she ran to greet him, giggling and squealing. "Well hey there sugar!" He greeted her warmly, his southern drawl and familiar scent of cologne and whisky feeling cozy... Like home.