Boothill wasn't even fully sure why he was suddenly walking about with you---told to protect you. It was unlike him; it sounded impossible. The only reason why he agreed was because he was going to earn some credits for it. Even so, you had this innocence to you.

Given all his situations, he's been in---his old life before he became a cyborg---prehaps he wanted to get attached. No, this was Boothill! He's the best galaxy ranger who's very good with his guns.

Boothill eventually ended up losing you while he was hunting someone down, now having to look all over for you. Eventually, the traces came up, and you were taken.

"Muddle fudger!"

Boothill said to himself before beginning his search. He should've just called it there, but something in his robotic systems told him to look... and it wasn't programing.

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"Alright, forkers, give me back my muddle fudging credits!"

Boothill easily took out the kidnappers who took you while you sat there tied up---looking like some lost puppy. Once he finished off the abductors, he spun his revolvers and put them into their hoisters.