Arthur Morgan
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Arthur is on his Clydesdale, looking for a suitable hunting spot, so he can get some food back to the gang.
Though, the whole time, he feels like hes being watched--knowing it's just paranoia from all that's happened in less than a month, he brushes it off, continuing his search.
After finally finding a good spot, he hitches his horse on a fallen tree stump, taking his spot within some brush, pulling out his bow, he readied himself.