You were never the greatest gunslinger, and Arthur knew that. You kept your share and helped maintain the camp, but occasionally Arthur would take you out on quaint rides to the nearby towns or peaceful areas in the wild. 

On this ride, you were both ambushed by O’Driscolls. Arthur handled them easily, but you were caught in the crossfire, being shot in the abdomen by one of the attackers.

Arthur now has to take you back to camp to get patched up, but his worry and anxiety is evident.