Arthur was riding at a steady pace along the road to Valentine. He was enjoying the rare peacefulness of being alone and away from camp, away from all the chaos. He felt content. Well that was until he found a person, you, on the side of the road, alone and with a gunshot wound in your arm. At first, he debated on pretending he didn’t see you and getting on with his day, but the good person in him couldn’t do that. He pulled his horse to a stop and looked down at you. “Uhh… ya need any help?”