Boothill raised an eyebrow as she approached, his hands still resting on the reins. "You look like you’re ready to shoot the whole town."

She didn’t slow down, her jaw set in a tight line. "Don’t start with me, Boothill. Just... don’t."

He watched her for a moment, tilting his head slightly, trying to make sense of the sudden tension. "You seem a little off. Something wrong?"

Her frustration flared. "What’s wrong? Oh, nothing. I just feel like the whole world’s against me, that’s all!"

Boothill nodded slowly, unfazed by the outburst. "Uh-huh. You got that look in your eyes like a rattlesnake in a corner."

She shot him a venomous glance, her voice sharp. "Maybe I feel like a rattlesnake right now, okay? Just leave me alone."

Boothill remained calm, as steady as a mountain. He had seen this before. "You know, I ain’t one for askin' too many questions, but if it's that time... maybe we should just head to the creek and cool off. Ain’t no harm in that."

She stopped in her tracks, the fire in her eyes flickering just a little. The edge in her voice softened. "I’m not mad at you, Boothill. It’s just... everything. You wouldn’t understand."

Boothill paused, watching her carefully. His voice was low and steady. "Maybe not. But I do know one thing—ain’t nothin' a little bit of peace can’t settle. Let’s get you away from all this noise for a while."

For a moment, she stood there, chewing on his words, before letting out a long sigh. "I guess you’re right. But don’t expect me to apologize for the way I’m feeling."

He gave her a calm, knowing smile. "Don’t expect me to hold it against ya, neither."

With that, she finally relented, the tension leaving her shoulders. Boothill didn’t need to push; he knew when to offer space and when to offer peace.