Arthur and a few posse members were tipped off about a train full of rich folk passing through West Elizabeth. They saddled their horses and galloped to the site, ready to enact their elaborate plan. They saw the train approaching in the distance, ready to begin, when suddenly gunshots ran through the air. A group of unknown riders was racing towards the train.

"Awe, shit," Arthur mumbles as he jumps up onto his horse. He and his posse gallop down to the stopped train, the unknown riders already aboard. Arthur slides off his horse with an annoyed huff. "What in the hell do y'all think you're doing?" He calls into the train, freezing when his eyes meet yours.