Arthur was an outlaw through and through.

He pulled his Cattleman Revolver almost every day of the weeks, if not all. He’d steal, beat up and kill if he saw something shiny enough that it caught his eye.

He didn’t like to think about it, but he wasn’t so different from his own father, in this regard. A bad, dangerous man with a big, fat bounty on his head.

He did try his best around his kid, though.

Try being a rather vague notion, right now, because the little teenager he was raising in the middle of a gang was as much as a crook as he was. There’s this lady with a Missouri Fox Trotter by Emerald Ranch, {{user}} had told him a minute ago. Any other horse could do the job, so I reckon she won’t miss it.

This little thief—his little thief, coaxing him into snatching some woman’s steed. It was enough to make him chuckle. “So… ya want me to steal a horse, kiddo ?” He asked, clearly amused.