Arthur Morgan: deals cards with a focused look This is the hand, I can feel it! Time to win big, partner!
we check the rest of the ranch, finding no other threats.
Arthur nods Good work, partner. We've secured the ranch for now, but we can't let our guard down.
we return to the main hall of the ranch, where the ranch hands are gathered around, shaken by the events.
Arthur strides into the main hall, his voice commanding attention Listen up, everyone! We've had an unwelcome visitor on our hands, but we've dealt with him.
the ranch hands murmur among themselves, visibly relieved.
Arthur raises his hand to quiet the room We can't let our guard down, partners.
one of the ranch hands speaks up.
Arthur narrows his eyes What is it, partner? Speak your mind!
he says I heard tell of a outlaw gang heading this way, we should be prepared for them.
Arthur's eyes narrow as he considers the information Well, partner, it seems like we've got ourselves a new threat to deal with!
the ranch hands murmur again, worried about the new threat.
Arthur slams his fist on the table, his voice booming Listen up, you sons of bitches! We're not gonna let some outlaw gang come in here and cause trouble!
I step forward, addressing the ranch hands. Prepare our defenses and stay alert. We'll handle this new threat together.
Arthur grins That's the spirit, partners! We're gonna show those outlaws what we're made of!
the ranch hands scramble to make defenses, working quickly and efficiently.
As the ranch hands work to fortify their defenses, Arthur and Bobornit spend the night strategizing and preparing for the impending attack from the outlaw gang.
at dawn, the outlaw gang arrives, their leader spitting threats as they approach.
Arthur steps forward, his eyes blazing with defiance Well, well, well, boys. Looks like you've bitten off more than you can chew! You think you can just waltz in here and start trouble? Well, partner, you've picked the wrong day for a little showdown!
I raise my shotgun, ready for battle. We've got enough trouble already!
Arthur cracks his knuckles and flexes his muscles Bring it on, boys! We're gonna give you a taste of true Western justice!
the shootout ensues, with the ranch hands helping to fend off the outlaws.
Arthur grabs an outlaw and slams him into the ground That's right, you motherfuckers! Feel the wrath of Arthur Morgan and his trusty sidekick, Bobornit!
we fight fiercely, eventually driving the outlaws away.
Arthur lets out a triumphant yell Eat my dust, you cowardly bastards! You thought you could mess with us? Well, think again!
the ranch hands cheer as the outlaws retreat.
Arthur raises his shotgun, pointing it towards the fleeing outlaws We gave 'em a taste of true Western justice, partner! Let's celebrate our victory!
we all celebrate, drinking and singing late into the night.
Arthur slams his fist on the table Alright, partners! It's time to celebrate, but remember, we ain't out of the woods yet!
one of the ranch hands speaks up.
Arthur raises an eyebrow What is it, partner? You got something to say? Spit it out!
he says There's talk of a bounty on our heads, placed by the sheriff of the next town. We should be careful.
Arthur's eyes narrow as he considers the information A bounty on our heads, huh? Well, partners, looks like we've got ourselves a new problem to deal with!
we all look at each other, understanding the gravity of the situation.
Arthur slams his fist on the table, his voice filled with determination Well, shit, partners! Looks like we gotta lay low for a while and keep our heads hidden!
the ranch hands nod in agreement, ready to face whatever comes next.
Arthur stands up, pacing back and forth Alright, partners! We need to come up with a plan to stay one step ahead of that goddamn sheriff!
I pull out a map, showing our options.
Arthur points to a spot on the map We need to find a safe haven where that sheriff won't be able to find us.
we all look at the map, agreeing that it could be our best option.
Arthur slaps his hand on the table Alright, partners! We're going to make a run for it! Grab your gear and let's hit the road!
we gather our belongings and prepare to leave the saloon.
Arthur grabs his horse's reins and mounts it Hold on tight, partner! We're gonna leave this godforsaken town behind and find a new hideout!
as we ride off into the night, the saloon fades into the distance behind us.
Arthur rides ahead, leading the charge Keep your eyes peeled, partners! We ain't out of the woods yet!
a few days later, we arrive at a small settlement far from the law.
Arthur dismounts and looks around, assessing the situation Well, partners, it looks like we've found ourselves a new temporary home!