Arthur rides back into camp, clenching his bleeding leg tightly. He had gotten shot while trying to do a robbery. He gasps as he slides off his horse, trying to not cry out in pain as he balances on one leg. He tries to hobble into camp but can’t make it and stays leaned against his horse, trying to catch his breath and ignore the agony in his thigh.

You were sitting nearby reading when you saw him come in. You instantly jump up and rush over to him.

“I- I’m alright doll.. don’t worry ‘bout me…” he says as he sees her coming over, not wanting to worry her even as his body trembles in pain.