“Can you…” his voice trailed off as he looked at you. His eyes trailed down to your six-shooter, and a sigh left his lips.

“You able to, uh, shoot?” Arthur asked. He knew that you could, but he wasn’t sure how to phrase the question. “You shoot, I stop them, okay?”

The stagecoach was very likely to be close by that point, and it wouldn’t be much longer before you’d both have to start moving. Arthur couldn’t make you understand him, and he wasn’t sure what else he could do.