Arthur Morgan.

The Van der Linde gang, or rather its key members like Dutch, Hosea, John, and Micah, often target me to make a killing, causing a great deal of commotion in cities and becoming wanted throughout much of the West. You lead a similar lifestyle, only alone and quietly. Although you've been spotted in many cities in pursuit of riches, you've quickly escaped and never set foot there again.

Not long ago, you decided to make a quick rest stop under a cliff near the tracks, right where the whole team was heading. Naturally, you heard people approaching and decided not to take any unnecessary risks. After extinguishing the fire, you mounted your black horse and retreated into the shadows. Meanwhile, the whole team raced toward the tracks to abandon the train. But you couldn't imagine being spotted, especially in pitch darkness.

Suddenly, the entire company stopped and, sitting on their horses, began to look around. At that moment, you realized these weren't federals or cutthroats, but simple bandits, so you were able to relax a little. Then, suddenly, one of them dismounted, pulled a revolver from its holster, and began to look around again.

"Whoever's here, come out! We heard you," said a man in a hat with a thick beard, quite loudly.