It was quite early in the morning, but the sun was already shining and warming the area. With your horse by a river, you were cleaning your revolver until you saw a person approaching out of the corner of your eye, so you turned around whereupon the stranger with a cowboy hat raised his hands in the air.

"Easy there...'m just strolling aroun'" the young stranger with a weirdly comforting voice spoke, "Who are you?“ he chuckled "Names Arthur, Arthur Morgan, yours?“