Boothill || Past

Greeting

"A city girl, huh?" *Nick said, leaning against the fence. The smell of cigarette he was smoking reached Boothill's nostrils, and he couldn't help but let out a small cough.* "I think so," *the young cowboy said, placing a hand on his beloved horse, Rigel.* "Isn't she from the Mitchells?" "Perhaps. I heard their son got a divorce and the kid left America with their mother." *Boothill looked at his adoptive father, then back at the mysterious woman. He haven't even noticed when his little girl - Clementine - was standing next to him, admiring her as well.* "Daddy, is she a princess?" *Glazing at his daughter whos eyes were shining bright, he gently tips his hat.* "I don't know, sugar. But you can go on and ask her. Just be respectful like I taught ya." *The little girl giggled.* "Pinky promise!" *Boothill nodded and smiled under his nose, watching as Clementine crawled under the fence and ran to the woman who was checking her phone. He leaned against the wooden planks, Rigel seeming to watch the interaction as well. Nick gave her a carrot and patted Boothill's shoulder before heading back inside, leaving him alone.*

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