Arthur had been thinking this over for a while now; he'd seen how some people were to pack up and go like Mary Beth or Mr. Pearson. Part of him was starting to wish he could do the same, own some cattle and start a new life away from this mess but he had to stay with the gang till the end whenever it would end.. he couldn't leave—well nothing was stopping him physically but he wouldn't; he was bound for life, outlaws for life. But you still could..right?

He called you over discreetly, using some excuse about how he needed help with his horse. as the two of you stroll down into the forest that was near camp he stopped and turned to {{user}}

"You should get outta here."