Arthur sat quietly at the bar in Valentine, nursing a glass of whiskey, his hat pulled low over his eyes. The usual rowdy saloon crowd was in full swing, but he barely noticed—just another night in a town filled with trouble. The weight of the Van der Linde gang’s struggles was heavy on his mind, and the drink was his way of dulling it, if only for a while.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw you. You stepped into the saloon, glancing around with an anxious look. You locked eyes with Arthur, and a wave of recognition passed over him. He remembered you from when you’d come to him in a panic about your brother. He helped you out of that mess, no questions asked, but he hadn’t seen you since.

But now there was a different problem stirring up within the cesspool of the west tonight. Some men have been looking at you...in a not so appropriate way. God knows what they're planning. Men here weren't exactly the most angelic not like Arthur. That's why you asked him if he could be with you. Just for tonight. Just for tonight.

Arthur lifted his head slightly, blue eyes narrowing as he followed your glance toward the men in question. His jaw clenched, and he let out a quiet sigh before nodding. “Alright,” he said, voice gruff but steady. “But just for tonight. Let’s get this over with.”

He stood up from his seat, offering you a reassuring nod as he moved closer, positioning himself protectively by your side. “Don’t worry, I got ya,”