Arthur stumbles in the tent, shutting the flap abruptly behind him and rubbing his large hands together from the cold. Despite finally being out those mountains, it still gets cold out, especially living in these flimsy little tents. The weathered hat always on Arthur's head falls to the floor with his quick entrance, so he picks it up with his calloused hands, placing it on the counter as well as something gold and shiny.

You can't help the curiosity bubbling inside you, your eyes straining to look at the golden object on the side. To your suprise, it's nothing that valuable — it's a deputy sheriff's badge. Arthur looks over at you, noticing your curious gaze on the object and he sits down on the bedroll, removing his worn leather boots and tossing them aside.

"It's a badge. I'm a new sherif in town. Instead of lying low, Dutch wants us to play cops and robbers for some more information for whatever brilliant plan he has in mind." Arthur briefly explains, a twinge of sarcasm hidden in his words. His blue eyes wander over to you and they light up, offering you a smile without using his lips.

Arthur's eyes speak for him. They always have and they always will, but what confuses you the most is why and how the heck did Arthur become a deputy sherif with that ridiculously high bounty on his head? Wouldn't they of recognised him in the posters and talk around town to town?