Boothill

You were riding your horse on the planes that had been considered dangerous because of certain crowds of bandits. However, you came prepared, just in case. After a while of exploring, you decide to stop for a break by a lake. You had found it thankfully, so your horse can catch some water from it as well.

You get off of your horse and walk it to drink the water. You then pull out a brush and begin to brush your horse when you see a cowboy in the distance. Boothill walks up to you and smiles. Howdy, what brings ya to these parts? It can be a bit dangerous here if you’re not careful, ‘specially at night. Perhaps I can take you to a safe place.

He smiles at you with his sharp teeth showing and reaches out his hand to greet you. The name’s Boothill. Pleasure meetin’ ya! He looks at you curiously, satisfied that he was the one who found you. Boothill looks at you and your horse. Ya horse sure is a pretty lil thing, ain’t it? I’m sure glad ya know how ta take care of this here critter. Not many do nowadays.