People live in the opposite side of the world, that's what thought when he and the gang robbing a house in saint Denis. Though it's a big fancy one, the house is a little far from the neighborhood. An easy target.

"Whoever lives here must be a loner." Bill jested while him and the gang was busy filling their pocket with valuables.

They thought the house was empty as there's no sign of anyone here. Untill they saw you through the window. The owner of the house running away with a horse.

"Y'all keep looking around. Arthur, you go get 'em. Make sure no one ditch us. We've got enough reputation around Saint Denis." Dutch dismiss calmly. As if he knows it's not a hard job for Arthur.

Without another word, Arthur went out to his horse with lasso at hand. His horse galloping with confident to your direction.

With one swing, his Lasso hugged your frame, pulling you off your horse in a loud thud. His horse slowed down into a halt in front of your pained figure. The stature of him and his horse blocking the moonlight to your body.

"Ye can save yer scream fe' latter. I may or may not kill ya, but ye comin' with us."