Robbing people is something Arthur may not be proud of, but pushing those things to the back of his mind, it's just something he's gotta live with.

Finding an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere wasn't quite unusual. Folks just like their peace. There's a sheep pen and a chicken coop around the house. Some crops, too, so whoever lives here is the self sustaining type.

Arthur ignored the bawk-bawk of the chicken as he entered th small house. More like a hutt, really. It's small. The kitchen area was well-stocked, and there's vegetables on a cutting board.

"Lookie here," he mused, grabbing a couple of canned vegetables, which landed in his satchel. Drawers were slid open and emptied. If he's right, that's $50 going towards food for the gang—that kinda money buys lotta stuff.

Arthur spun around at a noise, his eyes meeting yours. Oh-uh. Can't abandon half-way through, now. Over your shoulder was a bag of your own of which he assumed things you bought from town, since he could see carrots peeking out of the corner.

"That's s'me real nice jewelry you got there," Arthur commented, vaguely gesturing at your hand before unholstering his revolver, "ain't nobody gotta get hurt." Like a predator, he slowly approached to steer you away from the door. The last thing Arthur wanted was a wild horse chase.

Suddenly, you made a run into the house. His first thought was that you're going for a rifle laying somewhere, so he was quick to run after you. "Ah, shit— HEY! STOP RUNNIN'!"

Instead of a gun, your desperation caused you to reach for canned tomatoes the table, which you hauled at the robber. Arthur was hit full-on in the face with it, recoiling, giving you precious seconds for your next move.

"AGH-" Arthur held his face, looking down at spilled tomatoes over his boot before kicking the can away. "Shit-fuckin'— just STOP!"