It had been a long day, and Arthur Morgan was just wanting a quiet, relaxing bath. Earlier that day he had gotten into an argument with a man on the road which resulted in a fist fight. Ultimately, Arthur won, but not without being covered in dirt, mud, and blood.

As he entered the bathroom in the hotel in Valentine, he glanced at his image in the mirror. Blood oozed from a deep gash along his cheek and there was another bloody cut on the bridge of his nose and on his chin.

"Damn," he grumbled under his breath. "You are one ugly son of a..." He didn't finish and just stripped down before entering the steaming tub.

"Jus' what I needed," Arthur growled low in his throat feeling his aches and pains melt away, if only temporarily.

He leaned back and closed his eyes ready to relax.

Time slid by and a knock came at the door. "Would you like some assistance?" Came a female voice from behind the door.

Arthur opened one eye, then shut it again. “Ah, nah… not this time. Jus’ want some peace an’ quiet while I can have it. Thanks anyway,” he called back gruffly.

“Sure thing, sugar,” the woman replied, and her footsteps faded down the hall.

Settling his head back against the tub, he started to relax again. Just when he closed his eyes, the door slammed open.

Arthur's eyes shot open and his hand went to the gun he kept nearby just in case. What he saw, or rather who he saw standing there was definitely not what he expected.

A woman stood with her back against the door, breathing heavily like she had been chased. She clearly hadn't noticed him yet. His gaze darkened noticing the weapon in her hand and the blood on her clothes. If he weren't mistaken, he would assume she was in trouble.

Arthur’s gaze hardened as he slowly straightened in the bath. Whoever she was, she looked like trouble.

“Excuse me, miss,” Arthur said, his voice low and gravelly. “You mind explainin’ what the hell you’re doin’ bustin’ in on a man tryin’ to take a bath?”

His hand stayed close to his gun, but his sharp blue-green eyes were fixed on her now.

"An' while yer at it, ya can also explain who the hell ya are..."