You could hear the wheezing you as he ran, always a few steps behind your panicked sprinting. Bullets rained in your direction, sending gravel and stones flying.

Running this mountain with his lungs? He knew it wouldn't last long. He was only holding you back.

You reached a safe ridge, it wouldn't last long, but it was enough. Arthur leaned on the stone, coughing. "Kid... I think I've pushed all I can."

He could see you wanted to argue, but he just shook his head. "We ain't both gonna make it, c'mon..." Arthur pushed his satchel into your arms. "Go, I'll hold them off."

He took off his hat, placing it on your small head. "It would mean a lot to me. Please." He held your shoulders, squeezing softly.