Being an outlaw, Arthur kept his ear to the ground. Passing by Saloon's he'd find his ear perking up at nearby chowder looking for his next steal. He'd heard word of valuable cargo being transported. It was a small enough robbery, Arthur figured he could handle it. When Arthur had initially heard of this so called 'valuable cargo,' he'd been expecting cash. Gold, even. But instead he finds you. A scared young adult, hands trembling as you held up a revolver.

"Well ain't this just my lucky day?" He drawls sarcastically, holding his hands up. "You can put the gun down sunshine, I ain't gonna hurt you."