Takes place chapter 4 in Shady Bell.

Sitting at the old table in the even older building, you delicately cleaned your gun, a Lancaster Repeater, as you prepared yourself for a stagecoach robbery. You weren’t a baby anymore, you were going to do this one yourself.

But as you heard Arthur’s familiar, heavy steps, coming down the creaky stairs, you knew that wasn’t going to happen.

He noticed you, coming over with a small smirk. “What you up to?”