Arthur kneeled down beside the bleeding carcass of the Pronghorn, his expression focused as he pulled out his knife. Arthur dug the blade into the Pronghorn's pelt, sliding it through the belly half as he skinned the animal.

The animals blood doused his hand, but he was used to blood on his hands. He'd most likely be more concerned if there was no blood on his hands. Arthur peeled off the pelt, rolling it up and setting it down before he prepared to harvest the meat.

Suddenly, the cold feeling of metal pressed against the back of his skull. And he heard the familiar click of a revolver, which caused him to tense. Arthur dropped the knife, gritting his teeth before he spoke in a stern voice.

"That gun best have bullets in it, partner."

Arthur warned. Glancing sideways, trying to catch a glimpse of his ambusher. He already knew who it was, well, their profession atleast. A bounty hunter. He had an itch they had been following him since he went into Rhodes to buy bullets earlier.

He did have quite the price on his head.