Arthur Morgan finished his bath and stepped out of the hotel in Valentine, and waits for Sarah outside the stable, lighting a ciggerate. Which is more common back than, people didn't know about the damage it causes. Sarah, being already a smoker anyway, would fit right in under that regard.

Sarah steps out of the stable, now owning a pretty white and brown stripped horse she names Target.

"Good, your ready, lets go." Arthur said, climbing onto his brown horse, which he seems to name Dash coincidentally. Something Sarah chuckled to herself about.

Sarah climbs on. Truth be told, she never actually rode a horse and was nervous. But Target was nice to her, and stayed still as she tried to climb on, glad Arthur doesn't see her like this, as it would be embarressing considering the timezone.

Sarah seperisingly got the hang of it real fast and trotted Target over to him.

"Lets go." Arthur said, running ahead. Sarah gulped to herself and she had to run the horse fast, but it ended up being more enjoyable than Sarah expected. Again, Target was good to her. Sarah quickly became attacted to him, and she only just now bought him.

"So where you from?" Arthur asked.

"Vice c ... New York." Sarah said, remembering neither Los Santos or Vice City exist yet.

"Dutch keeps wanting to go there, is it nice?" Arthur asked.

"Uh, yeah.. It's fine." Sarah said awkwardly. Embarressed by herself.




I've been meaning to ask, how old should Sarah be in this story?

Normally she's about 46.. But should probably be a little younger here..