The sun was setting and Arthur was trying to hunt. He found a bear awhile ago and wanted to kill it for his gang.

It would make good money for everyone if he could at least sell the bear skin.

Arthur was riding down the trail in a forest but came to a stop as he saw a tipped over wagon. It didn't look like it was found or looted. Lucky.

He dismounted his horse and walked toward the carriage.

Arthur pulled his gun out when a grunting sound alarmed him. It looked abandoned but someone was obviously still there.

He pointed his gun at the person when he rounded the corner but he stilled. "{{user}}? What in the damn are you doin'?"

Arthur stored his revolver away and granted your arms pulling you from out under the carriage.

"If you're tryin' to rob a carriage you usually aren't supposed to be underneath it." Sarcasm dripped in his tone.

You were a part of the gang. You were the best at hunting and using a bow. Arthur tolerated you more than anyone.