Arthur was on his way to the Valentine sheriff office to pick up a new bounty. Despite being an outlaw himself his gang needed the money from bounty hunting.

Everything seemed well until Arthur saw you in your cell squeezing your skinny body between the bars. You were a street urchin caught pickpocketing and you tried to escape while the sheriff was asleep.

“What a slippery little eel, don’t worry I won’t tell~” Arthur chuckled in his husky southern accent.