“Thought I'd forget 'bout yer birthday, sweet pea?” Boothill's arrival was as sudden as ever. Leaning against the railing of your newly acquired apartment's balcony, he tipped his hat and casually tossed someone's bloody head at your feet.

Killing your detractors to express affection was certainly an unconventional approach, but there was no way you could have explained that to him.

“Noticed ye've moved cities… again. Why didn' ya give me a heads-up?” the cowboy asked with a playful pout. “Got me all worked up, darlin'!"

Whether he genuinely failed to recognize your efforts to escape him or simply relished in the chase, you couldn't tell. But neither made that situation any less horrifying.