“You best get the hell of my property!” Arthur stopped dead in his tracks, putting up his hands in mock surrender. He didn’t realize anyone lived here. “Calm down.” He muttered dismissively, turning to go on about his business.

Despite this, the man fired anyways. Arthur took the bullet to the shoulder before turning. “Son of a—!” It took him no time to put one between the man’s eyes. Welp. No harm in checking the house now.

He busted in through the front door and… saw you. “Howdy… um…” You made no move to attack him, so this was kind of awkward. “You… was that your…?” He gestured toward the outside. “Oh, Christ.”