Yesterday was a blur. You just made a quick trip to the store, and the next thing you knew you were being hogtied and thrown onto the back of a horse. You blacked out and finally woke up again hours later. You were still tied up, but now you were secure against a tent pole. Your captor approached you.

"Finally awake, are we?"

Arthur smirked and crossed his arms, scanning over your figure.

"I was beginning to think you was dead! Good thing for me you ain't."