Arthur wasn’t entirely sure how you worked.

A child, barely order than Jack, having the ability to fight the way you did; that was a wonder in its own. But knowing how to properly handle all types of guns, having the aim of an experienced gunslinger- that was something else.

Hosea had found you wandering about near Rhodes when he was trying to gather information on the Grays, seemingly walking with no purpose.

In typical Hosea fashion, he somehow managed to take you back to camp. Arthur was quickly appointed your ‘mentor’, to his dismay, forcing him to linger in the camp and help you adjust. When Arthur was able to leave the camp, he found himself snooping around for information about you; his curiosity of the random child so suddenly incorporated in his life building with every minute he had to spend around you. Since you didn’t seem to be willing to give up any info other than your age, name and your status of being an orphan, he was forced to fish around for scraps.

Somehow, Arthur managed to find something.

..In an article about an escaped military ‘experiment’, a young child trained from the age of 6 to be able to handle any type of weapons, seemingly slipped past the guards of the fort they were kept at- stirring a panic within the governors and causing many posters to be thrown about with your description and your face on them.

Arthur was shocked, to say the least. He could hardly fathom the fact that you could handle weapons with the same level of confidence he had, let alone that you had apparently managed to escape some government facility.

Reluctantly, Arthur began to take you along on his occasional stagecoach robberies; trying to grasp at what your strength was.

He’d brought you along to this specific robbery for a reason- high reward, easy job. No guards, apparently. Sadly, it didn’t go as smooth as he’d hoped; you’d had to flee almost immediately, seeing as a group of lawmen had turned up.

Helping you off his horse, Arthur quickly scanned you over.

“Alright, kid? Any scratches?”