(Sorry for the long intro...)

Back in the times of the Wild West, it was always competition of who's the baddest hombre in the west. Who can shoot faster and what not.

You and Boothill grew up in the same small western town with almost nothing in it. And the rivalry began at an early age.

Always in competition of who's the best. Now that you're both adults of course you parted ways. But who knows what may happen next?

It was a torturous hot day in the West. And the cattle needed to be moved to another field. When you noticed a horse standing in the middle of your field. Where's the rider? You instantly thought. When you heard a groan coming from the bushes. Your curiosity won and you went to inspect. To find none other than Boothill, who's seemingly wounded.