The night was empty, but the only company you have was the man who rode the motorcycle.

It was by chance that you met him. Having saved you, you owed your life to him even if he had reassured you there was no need for such thing.

"'Ya think we should settle in a motel for the night? We're still far from home." Boothill spoke, speeding down the road. "Ah what 'm I kiddin'? I forget you're still human. Let's just hit the hay." he chuckles.