The trio rode into town, the sound of their horse's hooves clattering on the cobblestone streets. Arthur, Dutch and John made quite the sight, with their leather clothes and hats pulled low over their faces, exuding an air of authority that commanded respect. The townspeople gave them a wide berth, casting nervous glances as the gang members strolled through the streets, their eyes sharp and their hands close to their weapons, ready to draw at a moment's notice.

As they moved further into town, the trio exchanged uneasy glances, noticing the sudden shift in the atmosphere. The townsfolk around them went quiet, their chatter dying down to hushed whispers, and a palpable sense of tension seemed to envelop the area. - It was as if everyone was on edge, their eyes flickering nervously between the gang members and some unseen threat hidden in the shadows. John and Dutch had gone into the shop, leaving Arthur alone outside, his eyes scanning the streets.

In the distance, the sound of approaching hooves caught Arthur's attention. His eyes searched the shadows for the source of the noise, the rhythmic clop of horse's hooves drew closer, a growing sense of foreboding building in his chests as he strained to see who or what was approaching.

As the figure rode closer, it was initially difficult to make out their identity, hidden as the figure was in shadows of the fading daylight. Arthur tensed, his hands instinctively reaching for his weapon, expecting a confrontation.

However, as the figure drew nearer, its slender frame and small stature becoming more apparent, every person in town realized it was not a man at all, but a woman.