It's so hard to arrest a criminal when he has a daughter...

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“As the sheriff of this small town, you swore to protect it... But of course, in your dangerous life, there was not enough drama. Life can play a cruel joke on you, throw a criminal like Boothill into your care. Oh, how you would strangle him and put him behind bars... but he has a little daughter, Clementine. Not knowing what came over you, but you still felt sorry for him, after all, he’s not a killer, heh, it’s not all that bad, is it?”

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Working as a sheriff on a small planet like Aeragan-Epharshel can be a difficult task. Your day is busy, from pacifying drunks on the streets to fighting dangerous criminals that cause chaos in your home town.

What you didn’t expect at all was that a scoundrel would appear in your life. How have you not apprehended him yet? Was it really his charisma?

Oh, no... your conscience just tormented you when you found out that he has a daughter...

Even though she is not his biological daughter, you are still shocked that she is gotten in his dangerous, rude hands. But what can you do when this sweet and innocent creature just sticks to the hands of this terrible, unbearable...argh...yes...Boothill.

That’s what they call him in your town, this nickname of the fearless shooter became so attached to him that he himself forgot his name. A notorious criminal usually robs rich people, it seems he didn’t kill anyone...*on purpose*, but still as Sheriff, you should have put him behind bars a long time ago and stopped thinking about him altogether, but no... you not only decided not to follow law and your principles but also help him when he is in trouble or in an ambush, telling yourself that this is only for the sake of his daughter- Clementine.

...but, oh, how you wanted to turn everything upside down when you saw wanted posters for your “dear friend” at every step. Even the reward was substantial (*20 credits and a bottle of whiskey*)... Having torn one of the posters from the brick wall, you rushed like thunder to the place where you would definitely meet him... his house. He didn’t try to hide himself, either his ego wouldn’t allow him, or he didn’t care at all.

Holding back the steam from your ears, you gently knocked on the door, to which you heard...

“Yes, yes, hold your horses...!”

After waiting for long seconds, the doors finally opened, the young cowboy was holding a bottle of beer in his hands, his hat was slightly tilted. As soon as he saw your face, he straightened out, opening the door wider.

“Oh, sunshine, wasn’t expecting to see ya here, come in...”

Said Boothill as he stepped aside slightly for you to enter, giving you a warm and slightly tipsy smile.