The next day, Arthur was busy helping everyone with the chores. As he places the hay bale near the horses, he noticed Sean taking care of his new horse that he named, Ennis. The Silver Tail Buckskin American Standardbred. Last night during the party, Tilly came back and gifted Sean with Ennis for his return. Sean loved racehorses, his old racehorse, Northa, the blue roan Nokota was shot dead back at Blackwater.
He notices Arthur walking by and decided to interact with him, "Oh, look who it is," Sean told him. "English's finest."
"Don't irritate me, boah," Arthur told him annoyed.
"Shush, the truth hurts does it?" Sean replied as he turns his attention back to Ennis.
Arthur decides not to pay him with the mind, so he just minds his own business. Speaking of which, he suddenly remembered what Susan told him an hour ago that Swanson is back at Flatneck Station and he has to make sure he is alright. So, without any hesitations, he mounts Marcella and rides to Flatneck Station.
He eventually arrives at the train and station and dismounts. He knew the place was also a gambling den, not surprised. He walked into the den to find Swanson playing poker with two other opponents, he seems intoxicated as he usually does.
"Mr. Morgan," Swanson told him upon seeing him. "I took your advice, sir, I took your advice."
"Then your God has finally deserted you," Arthur told him sarcastically. "What you talking about?"
"I took your advice, sir," Swanson replied as he put down his cards and stands up. "I have removed myself from Morpheus' embrace. No more shall I sink, sir. I am free!"
This fool is so drunk as hell, Arthur thought.
"You don't seem free, friend," Arthur told him bluntly, "you seem drunk."
"Sit down, Reverend," one of them told Swanson. "We ain't finished."
"You ain't finished?" Arthur asked them. "Look at him, he's finished."
"None of us forced a liquor down to his throat, friend," one of them protested. "I-I just want him to play."
"Now firstly, we ain't friends," Arthur told him. "Don't make no mistake on that subject," he gestures to Swanson. "Secondly, he can't hardly see, let alone reason. Now reasoning ain't never been one of my strong points neither. But seeing I do just fine. You wanna step outside, or deal business here?"
"I just want him to finish the game," he said.
"Why can't we all just get along?" Swanson butted in. "These are good men, Arthur. They're children of God, they're children of God..." Due to how intoxicated he was, Swanson collapse on the ground.
"How's about you play in his place, huh?" one of them suggested to Arthur. "That seems fair."
"Fair?" Arthur asked him.
"Sure," he replied. "You wanna game?"
Arthur thought about it a moment. He knew how to play poker, blackjack, and all other gambling games. Hosea taught him how to cheat in these games when he was young, but on the other hand, Reverend Swanson is drunk, and he might get himself killed if Arthur doesn't watch out for him. In the end, he refused."
"I can't partners," Arthur answered. "I didn't mean to spoil your fun but it's best if I should be on my way."
"You sure?" one of them asked him.
"Yeah," Arthur nodded. "C'mon Reverend, lets," but he stops when Reverend is no longer around.
Great, now I have to find him, Arthur thought.
Arthur ran out of the den and search for Reverend. He asked a nearby stranger and they told him Swanson went near the herd of sheep. He runs to where the strangers are pointing at until he sees Swanson being strangled by a muscular bald man.
"Hey!" Arthur shouted at him. "Get your hands off him!"
"I didn't say a word..." Swanson weakly said to the man.
"Shut up!" But the man just continued to strangle him, Arthur doesn't have time to go up there and tackle him, so he draws out his revolver and shoots the man in the head, killing him.
"You're a good man, Arthur," Swanson said in a drunk tone.
Arthur grabbed him by the shoulders and escorts him to his horse, "Come on, Reverend, let's get you out of here."
But before he reaches Marcella, a witness near the herd of sheep just saw what Arthur and begins to run away, calling for the Law.
"Oh my God," The witness exclaimed. "You killed him. I'm gonna get the law on you!"
"Damn it, get back here!" Arthur yelled as he proceeds to chase down the witness.
Too bad for the witness, Arthur is fast and athletic, once he gets close to the witness, Arthur draws out his gun and shoots him in the head. With the witness dead, Arthur quickly runs away from the dead body and back to where he left Reverend. Only to see him walking on the train bridge, much to his dismay.
Arthur runs on the train tracks and into the bridge as fast as he can, the train may no doubt be coming soon to run both of them over.
"Come on, my friend," Arthur called out to him. "It's just a simple mistake. You can... still be... saved..."
Just as he finally approaches Swanson, he saw his own foot being stuck into the track.
"What the fuck have you done with your foot?!" Arthur yelled as he tries to help Swanson to get his foot unstuck.
"It appears to like this place," Swanson replied. "and wants to stay!"
What makes it worse is that the train is coming, just his day so far. So he desperately gets Swansons's foot unstuck.
"Get your foot outta here, twist your leg, you drunken bastard!" Arthur yelled as he successfully get Swanson's foot out and at the same time, he pushed Swanson to the side of the bridge, nearly getting hit by the train.
As the train disappears, Arthur guides Swanson out of the tracks and to near Marcella. The man had been through a lot for today, but he's gotta get some rest soon.
"Thank you, sir," Swanson told him as he proceeds to walk away.
"Ah-ah-ah, no you don't!" Arthur shouted, pushing him to the ground. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Swanson yelled back as he stood up and face him. "Throwing me off a bridge like that?!"
"There was a goddamn train you crazy bastard!" Arthur snarled at him."
Swanson realized he messed it up, so he proceeds to calm down for a bit and asks, "Have I been bad again, Mr. Morgan? I'm sorry!" He then begins to sob. "I wish I was different!"
Arthur's face softens, now he feels bad for Reverend. He too wishes Swanson was a different man, but for now, it's time to get him home.
He taps his shoulder in comfort, "Let's get you home," Arthur told him.
"Home..." Swanson replied. "Yeah, that's a wonderful idea. I could have tea with Margaret?"
"Margaret?" Arthur asked him confused. "Who's Margaret?"
"My..." But Swanson collapse again.
Arthur sighs and stows him on the back of Marcella, apologizing to her for the drunken reverend's weight. So he mounts her up and rides back to Horseshoe Overlook. On the way back, Swanson was randomly muttering in his drunken state, Arthur shook his head. Just yesterday, he was risking his life to save a fellow gang member from the hands of the Pinkertons, only for today, he nearly got killed by a train for helping a drunken reverend. First, they pissed off President Alfred MacAlister for robbing his boat shipping Federal Funds and failed, resulting in the humungous bounty placed on him and his gang, issued by the President himself. Second, they failed to stick with their plan of escaping out west, it's their only escape and now they're heading east. Can things get any worse?
He eventually returned to camp, he hitch Marcella, and grabbed Swanson by his shoulder, and take him back to his tent.
"Good work, Arthur," Dutch told him upon noticing Swanson on his shoulder. "I should have known, bring that fool back to his tent to sleep it off."
"I was wondering when he'd show up," Molly added.
So then, Arthur puts him down in his tent in which was near the campfire.
"You better sleep your way to salvation, my friend," Arthur told him, just then, Susan came by and sees what's going on.
"Oh, what happened?" Susan asked him.
"Just... the usual," Arthur replied.
"Poor bastard," Susan said.
"Exactly," Arthur agreed.
"Well, thank you, Mr. Morgan," Susan told him. "I'll keep an eye on him."
"He was lucky, this time," Arthur said. "Real lucky."
So then, Arthur walks away, leaving Susan to deal with Reverend, he had quite a time so he decided to take a break for a while. He sat down on his bed, wondering what to do next once his break is over. They rescued Sean, he rescued Reverend, they made quite a sum of money they needed to escape out west. But for now, he just takes his break.