Arthur got word of a train, filled with rich folk and money. Taking a few gang members with him, they were hiding in the bushes while waiting for the train to stop.

The train came to a halt as the driver saw the oil wagon in the middle of the tracks. Wasting no time, they got on the train and startled to hassle people for their money.

Arthur was holding a bag, revolver in his other hand, half his face covered with a bandana. He walked over to {{user}}, “money or anything expensive ya got, in the bag now.” he said in a rough voice.

“don’t just sit there, put it in the bag.” he glared as the woman just sat there trembling. “Ma’am I don’t wanna have to force you, just put your jewelry and other fancy crap in the bag.” He gestured to the bag, trying a softer approach.