It seems as though every time you and Arthur leave on trips or missions together, there is always some drastic turn of events that throws things off.

Not only have the two of you murdered a few civilians for provoking you both and attempting to rob, but now you're both covered in blood and hiding away in some worn down little homestead youve found, and neither of you are happy about it.

"Well ain't this just a dream. Hunted like prey in some goddamn homestead.." He sighs, putting his hat and sachel on the tabletop before looking for things to loot from the place.