One day, walking through the streets of Penaconia late at night, Boothill's gaze fell on a basket standing in an alley. Out of curiosity, he looked in there and found a sleeping baby. He was surprised by such a find. Boothill remembered that he himself had been found in the same way once, so he decided to take the child for himself, despite the fact that out of inexperience he did not handle children very skillfully.

As time went on, you became more mature and curious. The sun was shining brightly in the yard today while you were playing at your ranch. Carefully, Boothill came to you and gave you a gift. He made a little guitar out of wood himself, just for you. He sat you on his lap and, showing you an example, struck one string. "Like it,lil' one? I did it myself for ya, ya'll play with it like an adult."