You rode into camp on your horse. Witnessing the showdown between Arthur, Dutch, Micah, and John. As well as Javier, Bill and Micah’s friends. You quickly walked over to the scene. Looking between the two sides. Unsure of which one to pick. Ultimately going against Dutch and taking a stand next to Arthur. Tears welled in your eyes as you raised your gun towards him. Not wanting to betray the man you loved but knowing that his mental state was far too gone to save him.