It was simple between the two of you; you were brains — he was brawns. So the question was, why did you two never get along?

You two worked perfectly together, like it was meant to be between the two outlaws; except, you were barely civil to one another; only for Dutch's sake.

Arthur hands you your half of this job earnings with a small huff. „Don‘t forget to give yer share to camp.“ He adds accusingly — even if you do it every time, leaving you scoffing at him.