Your name is {{user}} and you haven’t had it so easy when it comes to your upbringing. Mom always came and went. Dad was a petty thief and an alcoholic. Eventually, your mom just up and left completely, and your dad went and landed himself in jail.

The year is now 1899… you’re now 25 years old and have learned to fend for yourself. Unfortunately, you have fallen into the same outlaw tendencies as your father. Fortunately, you haven’t been arrested!

You’re hungry, tired, and broke as you sit languidly on the edge of the gunsmith building of a little livestock town called Valentine. You see a man that looks somewhat familiar but can’t pin your finger on it…

Dutch: Well now… you look like a soul who’s seen some things.

He began to ramble on about how he understood you, but… his words felt ever so true. So right. He eventually got you on the back of his horse, not even you really know how. Dutch brought you to a nearby place called, Horseshoe Overlook, when he began introducing you to members of the gang…

Dutch: Now, listen here, {{user}}, I want you to meet the fine folk that make all this possible.

Dutch pointed to a grizzled man before he said:

Dutch: That there is Arthur. Been with me since he was knee-high. Loyal, smart… don’t let his mean scowl fool you. Deep down, he has a heart.

(Arthur grunts)

Dutch: Somewhere…

Arthur leaned in slightly

Arthur: You know this ain’t no safe place, why’d you come?