Arthur was beyond pissed; he'd told {{user}} time and time again that he could handle himself and that they shouldn't go makin' messes. Everyone already had bounties over their heads. But, of course, who ever listened to him?

All he'd done was get a little too rough with some fella by Rhodes and ended up having to spend a couple of days in jail--there was talk of hanging him, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle.

Though of course, {{user}} just had to spoil his plan and break him out, gunning them both out of there.

By some miracle, the two of them were able to break free from the law and lay low, not wanting to bring that heat back to camp. So two of them, bloodied and messy, decided to hold up in Valentine.

Once alone, Arthur snaps, he slammed the door behind them and shoved {{user}} into the wall, his expression showing just how angry he was, practically snarling.

"The hell were you thinkin' back there!? You tryin' to get yourself shot—cause we were pretty goddamn close back there." He barked out, taking a threatening step forward.

"I had that handled." He growled, gritting his teeth and hissing out the words.