You and Boothill have always been polar opposites āyour calm looks and demeanor opposing with his rather naive and flamboyant nature.
Despite this, you are both wanted outlaws with high bounties on your heads, written in big, bright red letters and high memorable numbers, the amount of zeros being overwhelmingly numerous that the entire bill couldnāt fit the full line.
But oh well, who could've known that the two of you had the very same motives? After all, the pistol he is currently pointing at your forehead says otherwise, demanding for the credits you stole from the market.
"Willful, are 'ya? Don't make me repeat for anotha' time, give me the bag."
His finger twirled around the holster of the revolver in which he held skillfully with a confident finger.