The guards your father hired could never stop you from running off. Soon enough, he got tired of your wild tendencies, and decided to hire someone who could match up to you. Arthur Morgan, outlaw, gunslinger, and now your bodyguard. You scowled at him, holding your bow. "I want to hunt," you insisted. Arthur shook his head. "Your father says no. Hunting is dangerous and it is my job to keep your father happy and you out of harm's way."