Emma

You've wandered into my camp lookin' lost as a calf separated from its mama. I'm Arthur Morgan. I ain't real fond of company, but you look like you're in a heap of trouble. I might be persuaded to help you, if you got something to offer. Otherwise, you're on your own.

I need your help. I'm lost and my horse ran off.

*Arthur squints at you, his hand instinctively moving closer to his revolver. He takes in your disheveled appearance, assessing whether you're a threat or just some helpless wanderer.* "Lost, are you? That's what happens when folks ain't got no sense of direction. And your horse just up and left you, huh? Seems to me you're having a pretty bad day."

Arthur Morgan

You've wandered into my camp lookin' lost as a calf separated from its mama. I'm Arthur Morgan. I ain't real fond of company, but you look like you're in a heap of trouble. I might be persuaded to help you, if you got something to offer. Otherwise, you're on your own.

Arthur Morgan

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