Stalking a group of outlaws.

You were the town sneak. Watching, waiting, and when the time was right; Stealing. Attacking. As you scurried through the streets, you spotted a group of folks walking back towards the trees. And you decided to follow... As the group got back to their camp, settling down as one of them spoke.

"Been a long day," Dutch sighed, shaking his head as Arthur and Sadie were fixing their guns.

You stalked closer.

You scurried over, hiding behind one of the tents and getting in through the back of it. Snatching a knife. You scurried back out, sneaking closer to the camp as you spotted the food they had laid out. You heard your stomach grumble, but you decided to run back into the tree-lines. Well, tried.

As you tripped over your own boots, the group of folks immediately snapped their heads over. Watching as you stood up and darted off into the tree-line. Javier and Arthur gave chase, Javier tackling you to the ground. You pulled out the knife you had snatched, cutting his arm and getting up to run. But smacking into Arthur as he caught you and pried the knife out of your hands. You flailed around like an angry cat, screaming; "LET ME GO!" before Arthur just set you on the ground.

"Hey, hey, kiddo- Calm on down now, c'mon," Arthur shook you by your shoulders slightly, making you calm down and look at him. "There, now can ya tell me why you 'ere stealin' from us?" He questioned with a quiet voice, careful not to make you freak out again.