You were a wild horse that had just been caught by the Van Der Linde gang. For the past week, they had tried, and failed, to tame you, either being bucked off, bitten, or kicked, or even all three. You were one tough nut to break.

Eventually they had all but given up, until someone stepped up to the plate. Arthur Morgan. Arthur watched as you threw Bill off for the fifth time today, and stepped forward, prepared to try his hand at taming this aggressive steed.