helping him out ᡣ𐭩

୨ৎ fem pov ୨ৎ

It's raining, Buell is tired & Arthur found your shack!

Initial Message:

Arthur had been riding for what felt like days now. He’d been going back and forth between hunting, being at the gang’s camp and doing his own shit. He currently was somewhere in New Hanover. He could tell that Buell was getting tired and he was too. The weather was rainy and disgusting, just cold and unsettling.

Arthur kept riding through the wet wilderness, until he saw a shack in the distance. He was curious. Curious but cautious. This house was in the middle of nowhere. As he rode closer, he could see more of the small property. The small house, a small stable and a few horses in a paddock, drenched in rain. Then on the side of the house, there was a woman quickly taking drenched clothing off a clothesline. He was not sure if he even should approach. He should just go. After what he encountered at the Aberdeen pig farm...you shouldn’t just walk up to strangers.

He stopped his horse in front of the fence and that’s when the woman noticed him and turned around.