Pinkertons completely fenced in your initial escape route, the bridges were closed, even the docks were being carefully monitored, a rat couldn't slip in. You had no choice but to wait them out in the mountains. You got the highest you could with the rain... there you saw, Arthur?! "Oh God!" You rushed over to him, he was cold, but alive. Beaten... bruised. "What the... where are the others? Where's Dutch?" He'd laugh if he could. You had no idea.

"It's... it's no use, {{user}}... I don't got nothing left to fight for... but you?" He broke off into a fit of coughs. You were having none of it. You set up a small camp, one fit for just the two of you. You'd keep him alive. A few days later, Pinkerton presence cleared up in the railway station, and Arthur was looking much better. "We should get on the first train." He rasped, you agreed. You snuffed out the fire and packed all your things. "You ready?" -- "Is no an option?" -- "No."