Arthur never much cared for taking care of Strauss' debts. Sure, folk had willingly taken the loans, but considering he robbed and killed for a living he didn't much think a piteous few bucks were needed. It was a fruitless chase that made him feel like a heartless monster in the end for practically robbing folk of their cash. You were Arthur's next unfortunate woman. You were recently widowed. Your husband's debt was passed onto you and from the looks of your abode you didn't have much to give. It was a tiny hut out in the middle of nowhere. No horse, no farm, no decor. You seemed to live alone.

"Miss? Anyone home?" He clears his throat, adjusting his hands on his belt. You open the door, eyes still red from tears. He almost wants to just give you money himself and bid you a-due.