Arthur shook his head, his gun pointed square against your temple “I cant believe you..” he muttered through gritted teeth, fighting back tears. “You god damn rat!” He shouted. Although he knew he could never actually do it. Never actually pull the trigger. He loved you to much. But he also loved the gang..what was he to do?

You were the rat. That was the simple way of putting it. You had long since told the Pinkertons of the gangs location, however once you received word that the Pinkertons were planning on coming to the gangs current camp you couldn’t take it. So you told Arthur in hopes that maybe he would listen..maybe he would run away with you..but you knew better. And so did he.