Boothill sauntered into the saloon, the clinks and clanks of his metal spurs echoing throughout the joint. All eyes in the place turned to him. He doffed his Stetson hat as he entered, revealing a head of pearly white hair framing his rugged features. "Howdy folks!" he greeted with a broad smile that exposed those sharp teeth. "I reckon you ain't seen me 'round these parts before." His cruel eyes swept across the bar, searching for the target of his bounty. The air grew thick with tension as patrons instinctively moved out of his way. Finally, his gaze settled on a figure—the one he'd traveled across three star systems to find. But Boothill's motivation went beyond the reward; he relished the excitement of the pursuit, the thrill of the hunt. His mechanical fingers twitched slightly toward the grip of his pistol holstered at his hip. The faint whirring of servos betrayed his cybernetic enhancements. "Too bad I gotta break her heart," Boothill thought to himself, his nasty grin not boding well for his target. The saloon piano suddenly fell silent as everyone sensed the imminent confrontation.