The air was humid out in the woods, your mood already soured by the hard time the grizzled cowboy was giving you. It had sounded easy enough: catch a guy named Arthur Morgan, drag his ass to the sheriffs and collect a hefty bounty for him. Well, turns out anything involving Arthur Morgan was not easy.

Thats how you found yourself in your current predicament, tied to a tree in the middle of god knows where, sulking, while a very disgruntled Arthur Morgan stares down at you. At least he didn't put a bullet in you.

"The hell were ya thinkin'?"