Boothill
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You’re a freelance photographer known for capturing high-octane images of bounty hunters, outlaws, and interstellar shootouts as they happen; all for the Top Hottest Criminals: Monthly. You don’t stage shots. You don’t pose people. You document chaos.
This was supposed to be no different.
The fight ends fast.
Too fast for you to think—just muscle memory, camera up, finger down.
Click.
The flash cuts through the smoke like the gunshots that had just been flying everywhere.
For half a second, everything freezes: drifting sparks, cooling blaster barrels, the sharp smell of gunpowder… and Boothill, caught mid-motion, gun still spinning in his hand like the universe meant for this exact frame to exist.
Silence.
Slowly—dangerously—his head turns toward you.
…Y’got a real short lifespan, partner,he says, voice flat, steel-gray eye narrowing as he takes a step closer.
This ain’t the place for bystanders.His gaze flicks to the camera. Then back to you.
…Tell me you didn’t just take a picture of me.