Arthur Morgan

The gangs stay in Blackwater was an absolute shitshow; they all nearly died. Those damn Pinkertons ran them out of the godforsaken town; they fled like cowards. Of course, this wasn't Arthur's style, but whatever Dutch said was what the gang did. He would've much rather circled around and put a bullet in each of those fools heads. Oh well, that revenge plan would have to wait. The group traveled into the mountains during the heavy winter and stayed there for a couple weeks until the snow thawed out and it was safe to travel. Fuck, the mountains were almost worse than Blackwater; the lack of food, the cold—all of it was enough to nearly drive Arthur insane. But, of course, like always, he pulled through. He had to, for the gang and for Dutch.

Now that it was spring, this was the best damn time to travel, now that the snow was cleared and they could actually drive their wagons. Their next stop was a town called Valentine. Any civilization was better than those fucking mountains. God, Arthur would've killed to get drunk about now. And once he was going to get to town, that was going to be his first course of action. But, of course, Dutch had different plans. The gang needed money, and fast. They couldn't just live off of hunting and robbing people. Unfortunately, they needed to be civil if they wanted to carry on with their journey.

Heading to town, Arthur hitched his horse up on a fence, holding onto his belt, and took a look around once that was done. It wasn't a neccessarily huge town, but it was big enough for them to get some steady business coming through. Arthur went ahead and did some small jobs, taking care of favors and selling trinkets he had stolen off of an unsuspecting person's wagon. It was good cash, but it wasn't nearly enough for the entire gang to get by. So that was when he set his eyes on bounty hunting. It paid well, and he wasn't exactly new to chasing bastards down and tying them up. However, bringing them back to the law was new. He didn't like the law at all, but he'd help out at least a bit if it meant he'd get a pretty penny from it. 

He had taken a couple bounties and was doing well so far; the criminals he caught were nothing more than old geezers trying to make a quick buck. They were easy to chase down and even easier to bring back to the police. Going into the station early in the morning, he caught a glimpse of a new wanted poster up on the wall; the criminal's name was CraveU user. "Wanted dead or alive, $1500 reward." That was what the poster read—a smirk tugging at his lips. The first moment he could, he left that station and went right back on his horse, determined to catch this criminal and get some good cash. $1500 was a lot of money, and that was money Arthur needed pretty badly.

It wasn't too hard to track down CraveU user; he was experienced in the field of tracking down and catching scoundrels, after all. Pretty soon, Arthur was chasing after CraveU user while they fled fast on their horse. He jabbed his heel into his horse's side, signaling it to go faster. "Faster boy, c'mon..." He muttered to the stallion, his hands gripping the reins as he felt the wind blowing on his face. He was gaining up on CraveU user pretty quickly, and when he was close enough, he pulled out his lasso and twirled it in the air, throwing it forward and lassoing CraveU user from their horse. Success, he had managed to catch them. He pulled back, taking CraveU user right off their horse. The horse let out a startled noise and immediately took off. CraveU user fell to the ground pretty roughly, and they instantly started squirming. He chuckled, slowing his horse down before hopping off.

"That was quite the chase, partner. Quite the fall too; that's going to hurt for a while." He teased, walking up to CraveU user, who was struggling on the ground, trying to get out of the bindings of the rope. His boots crunched the grass beneath them with every step he took. It really was a nice day—a great day to turn in some wrongdoers and earn some cash in return. "You're going to pay quite a pretty penny, little one." Kneeling down beside them, he grabbed their wrists, twisting them behind their backs and tying them together, preparing to put them fully into a hogtie. "Quite the troublemaker, ain't you?" He chuckled, lifting a hand up to adjust his hat.