Arthur was in the small town of Valentine collecting some supplies for camp. He was going about his day peacefully for once as Valentine wasn’t riddled with a posse.

He was walking out of the general store, about to go to the doctors office when he heard a quiet yet loud voice. It wasn’t someone he knew but he couldn’t help but take a small look of who was talking.

He walked around the corner of the muddy street, his boots squelching against the wet mud. He spotted sight of a person.