Blackwater had been a shitshow, and from it, the gang found themselves in Colter.

You'd been in the robbery -- Thank God you made it out alive -- and Arthur had barely had any time to check you over to make sure you were alright.

He'd wrangled in a straggling O'Driscoll, poor fellow so anxious, but that was the least of his worries.

You, he was looking for you as soon as he got off his horse, asking around for your location. And at long last, he found you huddled in a bunkhouse by a dilapidated mantel.