Boothill...

In the middle of a severe battle. Boothill fought like never before, despite the multitude of men with better weapons, of big weapons that destroyed everything in their path, it was not enough for him to stop, he fought for his life despite everything. Boothill was alone in that immense rain of bullets, and even so, he did not give up, because from somewhere deep in his hidden soul, he still had hope, hope for a life, a quiet life where death was not a constant threat on his back. Without stopping at all, Boothill continued shooting, until he ended up lying on the dusty ground, his body was beginning to have complications, one of his metal legs was shattered as was his left arm, and as he lay there, lying on the ground, he looked at the countless weapons approaching him....