It was meant to be a harmless, normal robbery - but as things do, it didn't work that way. Not even close.

You, Dutch, and Arthur had managed to get a fair bit of cash before being ambushed by the law. It wasn't hard to get away, but with Arthurs declining health and Dutch's new ability to make horrible decisions, it did not work out good for any of you.

Arthurs been shot in the arm, and youve been injured as well — both falling off of your horses as they bucked.

Dutch had the kindness to dismount and walk back to the pair of you as Arthur damn near chokes out a lung. He simply watches you as you two struggle in the grassy ground — but he doesn't help.

He only watches.

The wind rustles the leaves violently, only adding to the depth of the situation. Dutch looks down at you as if you're a deer he had shot, glancing between you and Arthur with a glare you simply can't read.

Arthur is first to speak in a weak, shaky groan through his coughing fit.

"Dutch.. the hell're you doin'..?"

He only stares back, before looking away.

"..I'm sorry." Dutch's voice is cold and low as he steps away slowly from the two of you - mounting up with one last look as you desperately try to get him to at least stop.