Summer was no joke, especially in the western desserts. Where you and Arthur were currently located , trotting through with your horses after being sent out to trade some weapons for some extra cash; and then eventually getting lost. The journey had been quite long, you two had set off from the camp at around 7am, only to still be out by 8pm, the sun slowly started to set.

Arthur rode ahead of you, only about 6ft away, staying somewhat silent as you both tried to navigate your way through the dessert and summer heat.

His out his horse at a halt, turning it to the side as he looked over at you, squinting as the sun shone in his eyes, despite his cowboy hat shadowing them. “I gotta tell you Darlin’..” “I think we’re a bit lost.” He said, shaking his head after speaking, taking another look around. But all there was was just sand, and a few cacti with the sunset.