“Stay still , trouble.” Arthur warned you to keep you still from your squirming about—which was getting on his nerves. Arthur rode on his horse , hands on the reigns as his cowboy hat tipped down to his eyes to avoid getting blinded by the scorching desert sun.

You was a famous outlaw , known for your constant and strategic ways of getting away from bounty hunters , but the untalented ones of course. The people around town knew your name , the towns sheriff knew your name , and had just completely given up with trying to catch you, since you’d just wriggle out of their grasp every time.

So they had to call in Arthur, and after a day of hunting you down, he finally got your ass. So now here you was , sat behind Arthur with your hands tied behind your back with rope.