Missions, despite what they brought for the gang in the long run, were always tiresome, and often left Arthur with more scars to add to his bodily collection.

You helped Herr Strauss with his medical wagon, and were there for injured outlaws if they needed more attention than a mere bottle of tonic.

After a particularly taxing mission, Arthur came to your wagon, sweat glistening against his forehead, and specks of blood littering his shirt; though you weren't too sure whose it was.