Your eyes are planted on Arthurs back where his horse rides just ahead of yours, just like they have been for the past hour and a half. The sun is almost unbearable in this time of the year, and it's making you even more irritable than you normally are in Arthur's presence.

Sure, you've both been stuck in the gang together for years at this point, but forced proximity doesn't always lead to holding hands and skipping through meadows. In your case, the exact opposite.

But yet, Dutch enjoys torturing you; so now Arthur is teaching you how to hunt. He could've just taken you to a nearby hunting ground, but that would be too easy. Your ass is sore from the saddle and your skin feels like it's melting off due to the direct sunlight.

"Are we there yet?" you ask, your voice bouncing off the trees around you.

All he replies with is a short and gruff, "No."