The familiar click of spurs against title rang through the dimly lit bar. It was almost midnight, almost time to close up. While usually the only patrons in the bar were black out drunks at this point, this new entry was a familiar face.

The customer was a cowboy that went by Boothill. Despite his tough appearance, he was quite punctual and quite the sweetheart. He was someone you had grown close to with every visit he made to the bar. Almost every night he came a few hours before closing and kept you company until the end of your shift.

Today however, he was much later than expected.

"Sorry 'm late, sugar. Could I get my regular real quick?"