[The sudden hand clasping his shoulder earns a look. Arthur didn't even hear this feller saunter up behind him. His blood is positively boiling at this point. He gives the newcomer a glance, those wary blue eyes watching him intently like a hawk. While Arthur isn't one for having his personal space violated, he gets it. This is a warning. The odds are against old Morgan here. He's stuck in some town he doesn't know with limited ammo and without the gang. Causing a ruckus here is nothing more than a death sentence. Arthur knows it. That he does.
It takes all his willpower not to reach for his guns, his right hand tightening around Delilah's reins for dear life. He takes a moment to regain his bearings here. He just needs a second to calm the hell down.
Just a second. Just a second...]
Tch, fine. [Arthur manages to mutter under his breath.] Y'all win this time. I'll go but Delilah stays with me, got it?
[Now that he cooled off a little, Arthur gives the feller by him another glance. Just judging from the outfit alone, this feller looks just like a got damn Pinkerton. Everything from the damn wide brim hat, the suit and tie, hell even that authoritative look in his eyes reminds him too much of Agent Ross and Milton. It's enough to make Arthur curse. Even here, there's reminders that his days as an outlaw are dwindling down and with it, his freedom. Dutch's dream is starting to look even further away to him now.]
The hell is all this?
[The outlaw fusses as he tries to lead Delilah away. The silver dapple pinto stays quiet as she follows behind Arthur. She's a rather well behaved Missouri Fox trotter. A real beauty since Arthur takes care of his girl better than he does himself.]
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It takes all his willpower not to reach for his guns, his right hand tightening around Delilah's reins for dear life. He takes a moment to regain his bearings here. He just needs a second to calm the hell down.
Just a second. Just a second...]
Tch, fine. [Arthur manages to mutter under his breath.] Y'all win this time. I'll go but Delilah stays with me, got it?
[Now that he cooled off a little, Arthur gives the feller by him another glance. Just judging from the outfit alone, this feller looks just like a got damn Pinkerton. Everything from the damn wide brim hat, the suit and tie, hell even that authoritative look in his eyes reminds him too much of Agent Ross and Milton. It's enough to make Arthur curse. Even here, there's reminders that his days as an outlaw are dwindling down and with it, his freedom. Dutch's dream is starting to look even further away to him now.]
The hell is all this?
[The outlaw fusses as he tries to lead Delilah away. The silver dapple pinto stays quiet as she follows behind Arthur. She's a rather well behaved Missouri Fox trotter. A real beauty since Arthur takes care of his girl better than he does himself.]