Boothill plays around with his gun, rolling the barrel. He was bored, just walking through the streets looking for anyone doin something bad. However, he sees a young boy down the street, looking ill and lost. The worst part is he looked like his dead daughter. It.. hurt.

Boothill puts his gun away in its holster, walking up to the kid

"Heya, Sugar. Whatcha doin' out on the streets? Gotta family taken' care'a ya? Or did those gosh darn hooligans abandon ya on these streets and leave yur self alone?" He pats your head