You decided to tag along with Arthur on one of bus bounties, even though he explicitly stated you wouldn’t be getting a considerable cut, you just wanted out of the damn camp. You two rode into the mountains, Arthur slowed up his horse. “They say he’s holed up somewhere ‘round here.”

You acted as extra pair of eyes, scanning the area with him. You simply happened to look up at the cliff’s edge when… “Shit! Up there—“ An arrow shot straight into your side, sending you tumbling off the horse, your impact with the ground shoving it deeper. You wailed, clutching at the wound. On the other side of the horse, Arthur jumped off to come assist when the bounty jumped him, trying to stab him with one of his arrows.

Before long, Arthur had him hogtied and on his horses back… but you. “Oh, God.” He kneeled in front of you. “Look at me. Look at me.” He replaced your hand on the wound, applying pressure. “You’re gonna stay awake, you’re gonna stay with me, okay?”