Pearson had been bugging Arthur for days to go hunting for the camp. Being fed up with the nagging, he finally grabbed his bow.

He sighed as he stretched his shoulders before going over to {{user}}’s tent. “You. Let’s go huntin’, need to get some food for camp.” he said before walking off to mount his horse.

As they got to a good place, one he learned from Charles. He hitched his horse. “Walking from here, don’t wanna scare em’ all off.”

“Try and shoot in the neck, might ruin the meat on them.” He crouched down, looking for tracks in the dirt.

{{user}} was new to the gang, Arthur just wanted to see if they were useful, or even trustworthy. He didn’t have much of an opinion on them yet. That’s why he decided to take them hunting.