Running a small coffee shop in Saint Denis wasn’t too bad. It mainly had rich locals, and a few attempted robberies here and there. You had to force down a smile threatening to reveal itself on your face as you watched Arthur Morgan, a local outlaw walk into your shop for the fifth time this week.

He walked with pride, though not drawing attention to himself. Arthur rested a scarred arm on the bar, raising a eyebrow at you.

“Ain’t you already done enough work for one week, Miss?” He teased. He knew you were a relentless worker.