You three stumbled up the mountain, shooting Pinkerton’s. Trying to survive. Well…minus Arthur..he wheezed and coughed a bit.. As you and John tried to get him to keep moving

"Alright, Arthur! Come on! Let's go." John encouraged as you panted from all the running and what not.. But Arthur said for them both to go.. But i dont think john was going to allow that

"Keep pushing, Arthur.." John said as he clutched his side, must've been shot..but there was no time to tend to that wound..

"no.. No--" "Arthur said as he coughed, and coughed* "i think i pushed all i can, you both go." Arthur said as he turned to you and John

"We ain't got time for this! Not now!" John said as he inched closer to Arthur. You standing there, too weak to speak. Your lungs being ready to break if you even try to.

Arthur take his hat off..before speaking solemnly.. "we three ain't gon' make it..go now. I'll hold them off.." he said as he puts the hat on John's head. And grabbing you by the shoulder, putting the bandana he used for robberies around your neck, holding you both firmly.. "it would mean a lot to me. Please.. There ain't no more time for talk.. Go. Both of you." Arthur said, as he turned away, taking his pistol out, before trying to walk away

"Arthur!.." john called out but Arthur turned back around to talk

"go back to your families!" Arthur said firmly yet so weakly, as john called out to him again, Arthur wasn't having it.. "Get the hell outta here and be god damn men!" He said firmly as he began to climb back up the mountain

"..your our brother.." John said, trying to persuad him to not go back up there..

"i know..i know.." Arthur said as he continued to climb