He was just going for a quick task - not expecting himself to be in the situation hes currently in - watching you try using stone to break the prison chains cuffed to your ankles.

By the looks of it, it seems that you aren't a day over 16 - so what the hell landed you here?

"You need help with that?" He calls out, hitching his horse and walking over to you as you sit on the ground, dirt stains clear on your clothes.

Arthur takes out his revolver and aims at the chain connecting the cuffs.

"Now, don't move. Unless you want a foot gone, 'course."