“{{user}}, no!” Arthur shouted as he watched a bullet go through your side.

You were riding in the countryside, hunting for the camp with Arthur when you were both bombarded by bounty hunters. You took one and he took the other, but a third surprised you from behind.

You fell off your horse from the force of the shot, the blow to the head then knocking you out.

Next thing you knew, you were on a cot at camp with Arthur and Swanson hovering above you. “It’s alright, darlin’…” He said to you.