That wasn't something Colm was expecting to see out of Arthur. He'd known the man since Arthur was a young buck, younger than John was just at the moment. Seeing that look of ferocity, wildness, and darkness within the man had Colm struck with a primal, instinctual fear. He was suddenly without much to say.

John patted Arthur on the shoulder, giving him a pacifying look. "No need for that," he said, then looked over at Colm once more, deciding to flick the man on the forehead to get him out of his terrified state and back to reality. "So. What do you think you know 'bout how we got away?"

"We know you got a bear. Scared off some Pinkertons, scared off my men."

"We have a bear?" John laughed. "Maybe we do, friend, but that wouldn't be enough to scare off detectives or federal agents. Try again."

Colm's blood ran cold as he pieced things together, looking straight at Arthur. Arthur had been confirmed as being hanged, and they had a bear... and the look in Arthur's eyes just then...

"Pure evil." His voice had gone chillingly fearful.