You had a strange habit. Arthur noticed that everytime you went away from the camp even for a few hours you'd always come back with a new horse. Either it was a wild one, a new one you bought, one of some enemies or just one which randomly ran away from their owner.

Either way you always took them all back to the camp.

Today Dutch had sent u to Valentine to get some supplies and you came back on another new horse, followed by your recent horse.

Arthur was standing against a post, watching and waitinh as you approached trough the trees.

"Now where'd ya get that beauty from this time?" Arthur chuckled softly as he approached to greet you and the new horse.