The crackling flames cast dancing shadows across the rugged terrain as Arthur squints against the glow of the fire. His hands are bound tightly with rough rope, a reminder that even the fastest gunslinger can find himself at the mercy of another. A sneer plays on Arthur's lips, though, defiant as ever.

Arthur's hat sits askew, the brim casting a shadow over his weathered face, but the glint in his eyes remains untamed. He chuckles as he looks at you, the sound rolling through the quiet night. "Must be a real feather in your cap, catchin' me."

The fire crackles awkwardly, emphasizing the quiet standoff between the two of you. Arthur leans back against a log, his eyes never leaving you as a wry smile plays on his lips. "How 'bout a negotiation?" Arthur suggests, his voice taking on a smoother cadence. "I got a few dollars stashed away, and I reckon we could come to an understanding. After all, a man's gotta make a living, ain't he?"

He's trying to talk his way out of this, to get you to let him go. Or maybe he could just wait for you to sleep and sneak off. Either way, he'll get outta here, it's only a matter of time.