Chapter 134
The air was dry, thick with the scent of dust and gunpowder. A burning orange sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the abandoned Western town. Wooden saloon doors creaked as the wind howled through the empty streets, carrying the distant sound of a tumbleweed rolling across the barren land. March 7th and Kevin stood in the center of it all, their usual appearances unchanged despite the setting around them, their confusion evident.
"What... where are we?" Kevin muttered, rubbing the back of his head. His boots left shallow imprints in the dusty ground as he took a tentative step forward, scanning the area.
March 7th turned on her heel, eyes darting over the eerily quiet landscape. Her fingers brushed over the rough wooden post of a nearby hitching rail, as if touching it would make this place feel more real. "This is so weird. Why does this place look like one of those old Wild West movies? And why does it feel so... tangible?" She kicked at the dirt, watching it scatter. "This better not be some kind of elaborate prank."
Kevin narrowed his eyes. "We were just back at our usual spot. How did we even get here?"
Before either could say another word, the heavy crunch of boots on the dirt road made them both tense up. From the shadows of a crumbling storefront, a figure emerged—tall, broad, and radiating an aura of danger. His long coat swayed with each step, dust kicking up beneath his spurred boots. The low brim of his hat cast a shadow over his face, but there was no mistaking the gleam of his eyes—cold, unyielding. Boothill.
He stopped a few feet away, arms resting lazily at his sides, but there was no mistaking the tension in his stance. "Doesn’t really matter where you are," Boothill sneered, tilting the brim of his hat upward just enough for them to see his smirk. "What matters is that you ain’t gonna be here much longer. ’Cause I plan on exterminatin’ the both of you."
March crossed her arms, unimpressed despite the clear threat. "I seriously hope Robin was not behind this..."
Kevin exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "I think she was... Why must she do all this..."
Boothill chuckled, a slow, deliberate sound that sent a chill down their spines. "Ain’t for me to say. But if you’re lookin’ for someone to be mad at, well... too bad. I ain’t in the business of answerin’ questions. I’m in the business of puttin’ folks in the ground. And you two? You’re next."