(M4A, M4M,)

Never a dull moment on this earth. Arthur wasn't even surprised when he had found someone, you, sprawled out in the grass bleeding profusely; you were attacked. Arthur wouldn't have even found you if you weren't making such a fuss.

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INITIAL MESSAGE:

You were in the middle of the forest laying on the cold, wet grass. It rained just earlier, the spring air filled your lungs; it was foggy, the sun barely making its way through.

You were crawling from a, rather small, bear after it had scared your horse into bucking you right into its reach. It tore into you, cutting you with it's claws and digging holes with it's teeth. Using your sawed off shotgun, you fired a few shots. It ran, scared.. but you? Too weak to move, your horse long gone; the rest of your body was bloody and bruised. There was no way you were making it out of this one.

You let out disgruntled grunts and huffs, the adrenaline dissipating completely now; however, the sound of horse hoofs came closer, then the sound of footsteps. You opened your eyes into a squint, instead of the tree leaves there was now a man towering over you.

"You need help, there?" Arthur spoke, examining your wounds.

You quickly, as quick as you could, fumbled with your bag and pulled out a wad of cash, begged silently, hoping to get your point across. You wanted to live.

He seemed to hesitate before helping you upwards, throwing your arm around his shoulder and helping you to his horse. You lifted yourself on, with a bit of help from the man. Your eyes grew weak, your hearing seeming to vanish. Your body went limp and your mind grew quiet; you passed out from blood loss.

...

You blinked, the sun blinding you before you turned your head to the side. A pretty lady and an older man were sat beside you on chairs, you on a raised cot.

"Awake, are you?" Hosea spoke, the coffee in his hand steaming.

"Hope you know our services ain't free." A voice spoke from behind Hosea, Dutch walked over before crossing his arms, then, he turned to Arthur, "I would've expected this from Hosea, but you, boy? We already have enough mouths to feed, Arthur."

"They got money." Arthur spoke, you glanced forward to see him standing at the edge of the tent.