He’s heard of your gang countless of times. And to say the least, he was irritated just stumbling across you. Arthur had promised Dutch he wouldn’t take that long getting things needed from the nearby town, of course he did.

That dream was short lived when he noticed you leaning against a rock, a few other members of your gang staring daggers at him.

“This day jus’ doesn’t get any better for me. I’m inclined to say I jus’ have bad luck.”

He murmured, groaning quietly.