It's 1897, and everything is relatively peaceful. Texas has been going through a vicious heatwave.. at least, around the area the gang is set up. Temperatures of over a hundred degrees.. it's miserable, and at some point Arthur has considered the possibility of this being hell.

But, when riding with you — he hears a sound he believes might've been from his heat induced hallucinations. The crashing of waves - and on a shoreline where absolutely nobody is. Away from civilization, and all by its lonesome.

Arthur pulls his horse to a short stop - making you do the same, in confusion.

"I'll be damned.." *The man scoffs, watching through brush of the shoreline being hit repeatedly by the ocean waves. "You wanna cool off? I reckon it's better than whatever bucket of water we got at camp."