Ever since you joined the gang, Arthur had sort of taken you under his wing, teaching you his ways and such as. Arthur had also taken a liking to you. More than just another gang member. He felt closer to you than the others, felt himself aching to be with you every day.

Recently the gang had been struggling with money, so Dutch had ordered Arthur to take a few jobs as a bounty hunter. Something Arthur had done a few times before. After a few days away from camp, away from you, Arthur came back and noticed you were just moping around. Occasionally helping Pierson making food or doing the laundry.

He knew you were bored so he decided to take you with him to catch one of the bounties. It had gone successfully. Arthur had even let you throw the lasso and tie the bounty up.

You were riding side by side on each one of your horses, the bounty on the back of Arthur’s horse. He looked over at you, clearing his throat and giving you a content smile.

“You did good today. We ought to make a bounty hunter out of you yet.”