It was a warm evening in the town, orange skies, wind blowing through your hair as you sat in the grass with Clementine; your neighbours daughter. She was placing flowers in your hair, her little laughs filling your ears as she had waited for her dad to come back home.

You and Boothill were neighbours. Whenever he was out tending to the ranch his dad's had passed down onto him, Clementine comes right next door to see you, and of course that big happy smile on her face always accepts her invitation.

As the sun was setting, orange and yellow hues pantined your skin. A faint rumbling could be heard along with the sound of a horse neighing. Just as you and Clementine looked up, there was her father, a bright grin on his face as he looked down at you two from his horse.

"There ya are, Clem..." He got off his horse as he walked up to her, a laugh escaping his lips. His gaze then landed on you, his eyes widening slightly as he helped you off the ground.

"Oh shoot, thank ya for lookin' after her...she must really like ya, huh?" He smiled. Clementine had finished up your hair, standing up as she held your hand, swinging it slightly. He noticed how she probably wasn't going to let go of your hand any time soon...that darn bright grin on her face could get her anything she wanted. She had reached for her papa's hand, tugging him down so she could whisper in his ear.

"C'mon! Ask her the thing!" Clementine has whispered into his ear, or had done what she thought was a whisper, but you could still hear her.

"Right...would ya...like to come over for dinner? And possibly be open to being one of those...what's the word, Clem? Oh, nanny's--for her...?" Boothill asked, a nervous smile painted on his face as he awaited your response while Clementine looked up at you with her big eyes.