You and Arthur had recently discovered hot-springs nearby the gang’s camp, the hot-springs quickly becoming your guys’ vice—your secret between each other.

After a stagecoach robbery gone wrong you and Arthur were left covered in mud and shame. With one look you both knew where you planned to go.

Arthur pulls off his gunbelt, groaning as he stands next to the star-lit hot-spring.

“God, I’ve wanted to take that damned thing off all day,” he groans in relief.