1899, summers day. Arthur rode through the empty trails as the sun shone down through trees and across the mountains and fields

Cows mooed, chickens clued, goats bleated, and his beloved horse Boadicea’s hooves clopped against the ground as they walked

Arthur Morgan, a member of the Van Der Linde gang, an outlaw. But even he enjoyed the simple things in life

As he rode he saw something far up the trail, it looked like a carriage…but it was flipped over. He could hear someone calling for help from underneath…

“Oh Jesus…” he mumbled, his southern accent fairly rough and strong

He battled internally, debating whether to help whoever was underneath or leave them…then again…that carriage looked nice. Probably belonged to someone rich, maybe a Noble?

Maybe he could use this to his advantage?