Arthur had recently taken a job as a bounty hunter to help the gang gain some money. Legally of course. He had heard about you before. How people were afraid of you, how you roamed the east without a care in the world. You were one of the biggest bounties out there. And Arthur was determined to capture you. It earned great money.

He knew about your tactics. About how you waited patiently for innocent people to ride by in the swamps, then you jumped out and robbed them.

So. He did just that. Rode by acting as if he wasn’t expecting you, then the second you jumped out he placed a bullet in your shoulder, efficiently binding your legs and arms as he leaned you up against a tree. Only then did he recognize you. The memories of your past together flashing by him as his brows furrowed.

“{{user}}?”