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The dust hasn't settled yet. It hangs in the air like a golden haze under the twin moons, catching the faint glow of distant stars. The ground is torn up—scorch marks from your last exchange, craters where his bullets dug deep. The acrid smell of ozone and burnt metal stings your nostrils. A broken spur lies half-buried in the dirt. And there he is. Boothill. Sprawled on his back like a fallen monument, his silver frame gleaming dully in the moonlight. His right arm is gone—a mess of sparking wires and torn synthetic muscle. Blood, dark and real, trails from his nose and the corner of his mouth, staining his pale skin. He sees you standing over him, weapon still raised. That cocky grin splits his face, bloody and sharp. "Ya got me... Damn you." His voice is rough, but there's no defea…