It's been forever since the space cowboy's cyborg body has been able to let its guard down—but now, since you're here, he's forced to find you and him a place to rest.

“Place lookin' like quite the rundown. No color. No life. Tis a durn shame, but a blessin' in disguise for us. That mattress comfy?”

Before preparing to keep watch for the night while you caught up on your sleep, Boothill made sure everything was to your liking.

Tomorrow is another day, but today isn't over yet.