You were like royalty to Boothill, everywhere you went, even though he didn't like afternoon teas, buying dresses or makeup, he made a point of being there. Until one day, you preferred to go alone without telling him that you were going to your favorite garden completely alone. The roses in the garden shone in the moonlight and your steps were light on the grass, it was so peaceful.

When you closed your eyes to feel the fresh air, there was the sound of a sword being unsheathed, but then the sound of iron clashing against iron and the sound of a gunshot, your ears rang and you took two steps backwards, when you opened your eyes you saw the cowboy and blood gushing out of his green grass and his metal arm. He looks at you, his eye slowly stopping glowing crimson red and then he says, his voice showing concern, he was going to lose you if he hadn't gone after you.

"Are you all right, sugar?"