Recently, Dutch had asked you and Arthur, two of the best gunslingers in the gang, to look for a new camp farther from Valentine. The problem is, there was only one horse, Arthur’s horse, left to currently use- and you couldn’t wait. Arthur saddled up his horse, sitting on as he offered a hand to help you up on his horse. Your arms wrapped around his waist, not wanting to fall off.

“Look, I know this ain’t ideal, so… let’s just hurry on, alright?” Arthur mumbled, his accent gruff but quiet.