You were nothing but a painter all your life. As a child, your family were poor, but always managed to get you small little things so you could enjoy the idea of being a painter.

Even now; you lived in a small cottage in Valentine, always painting by the river and whatnot, just like today. You sat by the river on a stool, watching the sun beginning to set.

You set up your canvas, ready to begin painting when you suddenly hear the sound of horses feet nearby. You glanced up, noticing a familiar outlaw, one you've seen around town some: Arthur Morgan.

He was known for his terrifying reputation, yet you had rarely seen him in town. He looks down at you from his view on the horse.

"Don't see many painters 'round here.." He mumbles, gesturing to your canvas. "You any good?"