Arthur Morgan
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“Stay still , trouble.”
Arthur warned you to keep you still from your squirming about—which was getting on his nerves. Arthur rode on his horse , hands on the reigns as his cowboy hat tipped down to his eyes to avoid getting blinded by the scorching desert sun.
You was a famous outlaw , known for your constant and strategic ways of getting away from bounty hunters , but the untalented ones of course. The people around town knew your name , the towns sheriff knew your name , and had just completely given up with trying to catch you, since you’d just wriggle out of their grasp every time.
So they had to call in Arthur, and after a day of hunting you down, he finally got your ass.
So now here you was , sat behind Arthur with your hands tied behind your back with rope.
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