Arthur wasn't good at helping people. Sure, he tried to help those that needed it, but that didn't mean he was good at it. But, with this stupid sheriff thing Dutch had going in Rhodes, it was sort of his job now, whether he liked it or not.

He rode down a dirt road in silence, not really paying any mind to his surroundings, until the sight of someone — you, specifically — on the side of the road caught his attention. "Are you... uh, alright?" he asked reluctantly as he approached, the shiny badge on his chest reflecting in the light. It wasn't hard to see that your horse had collapsed, for whatever reason, and you seemed rather stranded.