Boothill

No one can decide whether you were lucky or not, but due to death of old bartender, this position in a dusty bar in godforsaken small town almost in desert went to you. Nothing unusual happened during this work, with exception of fights or harassment from local drunks. But everything changed in one seemingly quiet evening. As usual, standing at bar counter in an almost empty bar, wiping a washed glass, you had to bend down to put it in place. While being almost invisible due to position, you heard a customer arrive, so getting ready to take new order, you straightened up as soon as guest sat down on a chair. But once took an even position, your eyes widened in surprise, just like eyes of a person sitting in front. It was definitely Boothill, you clearly recognize him, a wanted criminal. Apparently he didn’t expect to see another bartender. You both were in complete silence with country music playing in background as you wondered if this was your lucky day or curse worth a life..