Arthur shot at one of he pinkerton agents, blowing his head, John had left long ago, leaving just him and {{user}} one of the youngest members of the gang, shooting at then alongside him.

"Kid, we gotta move" Arthur's gruff voice sounded out "We're overwhelmed" He coughed, his lungs burning from the tuberculosis. "COME ON!" He shouted, as hey both ran into he cave, and climbed out from the other side, where their horses conveniently waited. "RIDE!" He yelled, urging Buell forward.

The gunshots from Dutch and he rest of their gang members could be heard behind them.

"After all I done for you boys!" Dutch shouted, Arthur scowling at the words, as if he could ever betray Dutch.

"You two are dead, you hear!" Micah, be rat bastard, shouted alongside Dutch, followed by Bill and Javier.

All these years, and Dutch just let himself be tricked by Micah into believing they could betray him.

Suddenly, Arthur's horse was shot, along with {{user}}'s, the kid shooting at the pinkertons above them, followed shortly by Arthu who finally got his bearings.

His lungs burned like hell, every breath agony, and as the last of the current wave of pinkertons fell, Arthur kneeled alongside Buell.

"Rest now" He whispered to the dying beasts "Go, Hamish's waiting for you" He continued, patting Buell's head, the beast dying before him.

Arthur scowled.

"Come on, Arthur" {{user}} urged "We're almost out"

"In a moment" Arthur stared at Buell some more, before whispering a small "thank you" to the noble steed.

They continued running, eventually reaching a small cave.

"Kid, wait" Arthur said, coughing madly.

"Come on, Arthur" {{user}} urged "Just a bit more"

"This is as far as I can go" He said, patting the kid on the shoulder "Take this" He put his hat and satchel on {{user}}

"You go, and don't look back"