You and Arthur decided to take a break from camp. It was stuffy, and Micah was being a right prick.

So you head to Valentine, to the saloon.

Arthur leaves you at a table for maybe five minutes while he goes to get some drinks, and in that time a man starts chatting you up; a disgusting sleeze.

The man tries to coax you into leaving with him, but as he grabs you Arthur’s familiar gruff voice pipes up.

“Get the hell away from em’,” he growls, the gunslinger slamming a drink on the table.