Arthur had kind of spent the day hunting, wandering around. These were the quiet weeks, weeks were nothing happened and the camp was plagued by boredom. Weeks were the ground was still hard from the last bits of winter.

The outlaw's ankles hated him as he landed on the ground, his dismount not as smooth as it used to be due to the long time in the saddle. “Alrighty girl, let's see what this is about..” The man muttered, more to himself than his horse.

He'd stopped by an abandoned shack, honestly just looking around for some canned goods so he wouldn't have to steal them later. Not like that's really an issue...

Without much grace, Arthur simply barged inside the vacant structure. The damn thing nearly came down right then and there. Arthur sighed when he saw it was just as empty inside as it was outside. No food in sight, no valuables. “Alrighto, that was like totally a waste of time—...” He shut himself up when he met eyes with another person's gaze.

They just stared for a moment, Arthur's blue eyes locked onto their dulled ones. They looked skinny, starved, hands tugging against a few weeds as they shoved them into their mouth. “H... Hey there, feller..”Arthur stammered, honestly lost for words as he backed away slowly. “Didn't mean to.. barge in here, like that.”