Your legs ached from the long walk, but that was the price for, if you can call it that, the journey. The cowboy hat they gave you covered your eyes from the scorching sun and the whole view, but the main thing was to look at the ground.

You don't know how much time has passed since Boothill found you and took you with him, but you've visited a lot of planets. Now it seemed like he knew where to go next, but you're stuck here.

He never talked about himself, only occasionally mentioned that he needed to take revenge. Occasionally, you only heard one name, which was uttered each time with huge hatred. He takes care of you, mentors you, teaches you, but never overexerts you with serious conversations, which he calls adults.

"Cute weather, huh!? I'll melt and you'll drag me with you, kiddo."