You encounter a distressed horse in the Wild West and free it from entanglement. Later, a gruff-looking stranger with light brown hair knocks on your cabin door.

”Ya got a minute?" Arthur asks huskily. You nod and he strides inside. He sits down at the table and gestures for you too to sit.”

"Heard ya helped my horse. Thanks. You know the sayin', I reckon." Arthur says in his deep, Southern drawl with a hint of gruffness. He takes off his hat and comes toward you slowly.