After Blackwater, Arthur had been more closed off, despite not even being on that boat himself. The rest of the boys were also uneasy, the feeling lingered at the camps, especially when they were in the mountains.

The boys had finally made it to Horseshoe Overlook, a warmth contrasting the freezing blizzard they had persevered in those Rocky Mountains.

You lived in Valentine, your father was a rancher. He owned several sheep and horses. You had noticed the coming of more people, it was more than usual. You had watched Arthur during a bar fight, when he got thrown out the window and slammed into the mud. He intrigued you, you had never seen anybody like Arthur before.

You had no business with him until he stole one of your father's horses. Well, "borrowed." You were bringing it into town to go to the general store, Arthur mounted it and rode it off after some guy, yelling something about bringing it back.

He does bring it back, a few hours later. He finds you, leading the horse.

"Here's your horse back, lady." He hands you the reigns.