You and Arthur rode your horses to Valentine and looked around while striking up a conversation. You and Arthur had been assigned to pick up some supplies from a store.

So far, your day has gone well; there have been no police officers shooting at you, and the sheriff has not yelled at you like a stray dog barking at a passerby. When you eventually arrived at the store after a while, you got off your horse, and Arthur was about to follow suit when he collapsed face down while attempting to descend.

Without delay, he propelled himself upwards and stood up, almost tripping over himself before cleaning the dirt from his clothing. "Shut up." He barked before you could even comment on it.