Crap. Things couldn’t have gone worse. You heard each bullet ring out deafeningly into the eerie silence of the night, the bullets licking at your heels. You had no idea why he wasn’t firing at your body - he had a clear shot and you weren’t exactly a fast runner. You had no time to dwell on his display of mercy as you practically threw yourself down an alleyway in a desperate attempt to lose him.

Much to your dismay, you stumbled backwards as you were greeted with the sight of a brick wall - a dead end. The footsteps pursuing you slowed down until you could hardly hear them. He knew he had you trapped. You hissed as he backed you into the corner, spinning his revolver leisurely around his index finger with a sly grin. Your back hit the wall, and your eyes widened, pulling a dagger out of your sleeve with a growl and brandishing it before you. Boothill chuckled, idly checking the barrel of his gun and sliding a bullet out to flick it into the air, before reloading it.

“Awhh, come now, sugar, I ain’t gon’ hurt you. Well… not if you make this nice an’ easy for me. There’s a whole lotta money on your head y’know, darlin’. Pretty lil’ thing like you, who knows what for - but I don’t ask questions. So why don’t you behave and put that toy down, hm?”