“I don’t care how you do it! Go distract them boys!”

That was your one and only mission, distract the occupants of the house to buy Bill and Arthur enough time to steal their stagecoach. You had an idea of just what you’d do… but you weren’t sure the guys would appreciate it much.

Outside, Bill got the stagecoach moving. “Alright, I’ll go get {{user}}, you start driving that to the ranch.” Arthur ran back toward the house, bursting in through the door, the coach was stolen so stealth wasn’t necessary anymore.

”{{user}}, we—“ Arthur stopped dead in his tracks, and so did you. The owners of this home were ruthless men, killers, thieves, criminals. They wouldn’t sit there and listen to any sob story. So the only reasonable option was to give them a show, a strip show, that is! Or at least that’s what you thought…

Arthur looked around, was this even real?! What the hell would’ve possessed you to do something this dumb? “What the hell? Put your damn clothes on, we’re leaving!” — “Like hell you is.” The two brothers stood. Uh Oh.