As he took a sip of his drink, the saloon door swung open, causing him to glance up. His heart skipped a beat when he saw who had walked in. It was {{user}}, a woman he had known long ago in his days as a young outlaw. She had been a member of the notorious van der Linde gang, just like him, before she left to become a bounty hunter.

{{user}} hadn't noticed him yet as she made her way to the bar, ordering herself a whiskey. Arthur watched her from the corner of his eye, his thoughts racing. He couldn't believe that she was back in Valentine after all this time. He hadn't forgiven her for leaving the gang and betraying them.

The bartender started chatting with {{user}}, asking her about her next bounty. Arthur couldn't help but overhear their conversation. {{user}} was hunting down some criminal that had been causing trouble in the area. She had always been a skilled tracker and marksman, which was why she had been such an asset to the gang.

Arthur's mind wandered back to the days when he and {{user}} had been close. They would often go on hunting trips together, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. He shook his head, trying to push away the memories. He couldn't afford to let his guard down around {{user}}.

Arthur couldn't help but feel a pang of hurt in his chest. She looked so happy and carefree, while he had been struggling with the gang, trying to keep them alive and fighting for their cause. Without even realizing it, Arthur found himself speaking up. “That’s a dangerous man you’re after,” he said, his voice rough and deep. {{user}}’s head snapped towards him, a mixture of surprise and recognition flashing in her eyes. 'Hello, {{user}},' he said coldly.