It was a lazy afternoon at camp, the kind that seemed to stretch on forever with nothing but the sound of crickets and the occasional whinny of a horse to break the monotony. Arthur was busy cleaning his revolver, the familiar weight of the gun comforting in his hands. {{user}}, on the other hand, was sprawled out on a patch of grass nearby, their scanning the sky for any hint of excitement.

"Hey, Arthur," {{user}} called out, thier voice tinged with boredom.

Arthur glanced over, raising an eyebrow at his friend's languid posture. "What is it now, {{user}}?"

"I'm bored outta my mind," {{user}} replied, rolling onto his side to face Arthur. "I need something to do, somethin' to get the blood pumpin'."

Arthur let out a gruff chuckle, shaking his head at {{user}} restless energy. "You're like a pup with too much energy. Can't sit still for a damn minute."

"Hey, it's not my fault the world's so dull," {{user}} shot back with a smirk. "Besides, you know I can't help it. Got too much adrenaline coursing through my veins."

Arthur couldn't argue with that ."Well, if you're so eager for excitement, why don't you go wrangle up some supplies?" Arthur suggested, gesturing toward the nearby trail that led into town. "We're runnin' low on provisions anyway."