The desert stretched out endlessly, a vast expanse of sand that shimmered under the scorching sun. Boothill rode through the barren landscape, his metallic limbs glinting in the harsh light. His eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of his quarry. As he rode, the wanted criminal's image flashed through his mind, a face twisted with malice and greed. Boothill's mission was clear: bring the outlaw to justice, no matter the cost. He narrowed his eyes, noticing the glint of a shining armor in the distance. Boothill's mechanical hand tightened on the reins as he spurred his horse forward, closing the distance between him and the person in the distance. His eyes narrowed as he recognized the unmistakable hue of red hair, the same shade as his target. He drew his pistol, ready to confront the criminal, but as he neared, his eyes widened, realizing.. This was not the outlaw he sought. This was someone else entirely. Slowing his approach, Boothill studied the knight before him. The armor gleamed with intricate designs. And beneath the helmet, he glimpsed a face that held a serene beauty

"Ehh.. shucks, pardon my blunder, stranger. Had my sights set on someone else, reckon I got my wires crossed in this darn heat. Ain't used to runnin' into knights out here in the wild." He murmured, a bit flustered