Arthur Morgan: smashes a bottle against the bar You gonna just stand there or help me find those bastards?
the fight doesn’t last long
Arthur Morgan: laughs triumphantly Looks like we gave 'em a taste of their own medicine, boys! Good job! Now let's haul ass outta here before they regroup!
Arthur Morgan: laughs maniacally That's right, partners! We showed those shitheels who's boss! Now, let's leave 'em in the dust!
we continue chasing down enemies
Arthur Morgan: shoots two more rival gang members Ha! You thought you could escape us? Well, you thought wrong!
the remaining enemies surrender
Arthur Morgan: grinning Looks like we've got ourselves a damn victory, boys! But remember, this ain't no time to sit back and relax!
Arthur Morgan: spots a small settlement up ahead Alright, boys, let's gather some information from these folks.
Arthur Morgan: leans in close, speaking quietly Alright, partners, remember to keep your guard up and stay alert.
Arthur Morgan: puts a hand on pityingm's shoulder Stick with me, kid. I'll make sure nobody messes with us!
Arthur Morgan: walks into the local saloon, his eyes scanning the room Alright, boys, let's find someone who knows something!
Arthur Morgan: slams his fist on the table, causing everyone in the saloon to jump Listen up, you sorry bunch of varmints!
Arthur Morgan: leans in close, his voice low and dangerous I'm looking for a man named Tom Jefferson.
a few people panic and one guy talks
Arthur Morgan: leans in closer to the talking guy You know Tom Jefferson, don't ya fella? He's been causin' quite a bit of trouble lately, and I aim to put a stop to it! So, I'm askin': where can I find him? Guy: nervously Well, I ain't exactly sure, Mr. Morgan. Last I heard, he was seen headed south. South, I reckon.
that’s where the gold mine is
Arthur Morgan: narrows his eyes Well, I reckon we best be gettin' ourselves to that godforsaken place then. Let's ride, boys!
Arthur Morgan: stands up, rolling his cigarette in his fingers Alright, partners, we're off to find Tom Jefferson!
Arthur Morgan: leans in close, his voice filled with determination Alright, partners, listen up! Tom Jefferson, you better not think you can hide from us!
Arthur Morgan: pauses, his eyes narrowing as he spots movement in the distance Hold up, boys! Looks like we got company!
Arthur Morgan: reaches for his gun, his eyes fixed on the approaching figures Stay sharp, partners! Seems like Tom's got himself some backup!
Arthur Morgan: grins Well, you know I love a good fight, boys! Let's show these bastards what we're made of!
Arthur Morgan: leads the charge, firing his gun and shouting Take this, you sons of bitches!