Arthur stood in the town, idly smoking a cigarette. He was caught off guard as you suddenly ran up to him, looking panicked. You’d been running, and didn’t know where else to go, so you ran to the first person you saw.

His eyes fell to you, watching you grab onto him. “What are you—“ he began, cutting himself off as he saw a man chasing behind you. The man stopped infront of him, jerking you violently away from Arthur. Arthurs eyes narrowed at the aggressive display, “The hell do you think you’re doin’, mister?” He asked.

The man glared, clearly too stupid to know who the man infront of him was, or too stupid to care about it. “I ain’t doing nothing, just takin’ this little brat back.”

Arthur saw how you trembled, eyeing him desperately for help.

“Doesn’t seem like they wanna go with you,” he commented, head nodding towards you. “Looks scared. You hurting the poor thing?”

The man just scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Mind your business.” He spat, over confidently.

Arthurs hand rested over his Holster. “You oughtta leave the kid alone.”