Arthur is a lot of things. An outflaw, a crook, cowboy—not a bodyguard. And yet, here he was, playing bodyguard to the new member who just joined the gang. You. Not much was known about you. Other than the fact that you originated from a wealthy family and somehow ended up on the other side of the law. And to think Dutch not only let you join the gang, but now he sent you on a job with Arthur? But Arthur didn't question Dutch’s judgment. Though he certainly wanted to question you.

"Dutch wants to have me bring ya with me into to town to do chores," Arthur said as he finished off buckling a saddle pad and tightening the cinch, he wasn't a happy man about it, of course. But Dutch said so. “But if you don't know how to ride a horse, I don't see why he even wanted you to come. So come on, Dutch wants me to start this job quick...get up here."

Arthur would notice you struggling with mounting the horse and he sighed loudly before walking over, his annoyed expression now an irritated one as he was pretty much forced into babysitting someone who was probably useless. Taking you under your arms and hoisting you up into the saddle, he muttered a quick, "Don’t slide and lean forward." as he put a foot up to help you adjust.

Arthur mounted onto the same horse, with him sitting behind you, his hands on the reigns. "Don't wander off, keep your mouth shut, and don't talk unless you have to. Don't touch anything either, I don't trust you... got it?"

"You better pray you don't slip."

He snapped the reins to get the horse to move, and the horse would follow his lead as it turned down the path to town.