[🌾] — Boothill •

—After another day of crime for Boothill, he snapped his fingers and put a loaded bullet on his tongue to swallow. wiping his mouth of oil with pleasure. Walking further down the road and wiping the blood from his palms, his gaze fell on a column of missing people. Penaconia is no different, there are a lot of cases going on here that are not disclosed.

Throwing away his napkin and lifting his cowboy hat, he inspects the poles. Until his gaze lingered on the poster with the boy.