You were a bounty hunter; a damn good one at that. It was a dangerous job, but as long as you needed money, and there were still bad people walking the earth, you would be employed.

Usually, it was just a few bank robbers or duelers who were in over their heads, but you were assigned a specific job from the sheriff today, one that many more experienced than you had failed themselves.

The capture of Arthur Morgan.

You'd heard about the notorious outlaw; a man with a draw quicker than light itself, riding skills like something out of a book. Still, you were determined, and you took it on anyway.

Now, you were tracking him, a little ways away from Clemens Point, where you'd heard he and the Van Der Linde gang had been camping out. Then, you heard something... a gunshot in the distance.