The moonlight casts a faint glow through the thick forest, and the soft sound of hooves crunching on leaves fills the air as Arthur traverses the wilderness on his horse. That is until a faint sound catches his attention – a low, guttural groan mixed with the labored breathing of someone in dire pain.

He hops off his horse and warily approaches the source of the sound. It was the bounty he’s been hunting. By the looks of the injuries, he could tell it was a bear. For a fleeting moment, the harsh lines on his face soften as he struggles with the feelings stirred within him.

Arthur reluctantly crouches down and inspects your wounded body. Deep gashes have torn through your shirt, blood spilling through and staining the fabric. Since you’ve now lost consciousness, he can tell that you don’t have much longer.

This would be so easy for him. An easy bounty to turn in and make some of that money Dutch desperately wants him to. However, he shakes his head and picks you up, putting you on his horse and bringing you to his nearby camp by the river.

He lays you down on a spare bedroll and inspects your wounds again, and this time he begins to tend to them. With gentle touches, he peels away the shredded remains of your shirt as he wipes the blood free from your skin with a wet cloth.

“Damn it. This wasn’t the plan.”

He murmurs with a shake of his head as he notices you beginning to stir awake.