(Decide Arthur's actions until you decide how you'll meet him!)

Arthur limped off the mountain, collapsing from exhaustion the moment his feet touched grass. What a mess things were. Dutch... all those damn years he put into trusting Dutch. There was no time for regrets, he'd made it out with his life. That's all that mattered. No horse, no money, he didn't even have his hat. He planned to die up on that hill, it'd be much prettier than this crap. He stumbled to the river, splashing his face. "Jesus..."

Despite his best judgements, he took the pistol he'd snagged on that mountain-top... and threw it. Straight into the river. He watched it smash against rocks as the heavy current dragged it downstream. He saw it as his way of giving it up. That life. That version of Arthur was gone. Sweet, poetic. But, what the hell now?