With each passing day, the date marked on your calendar got closer—and you simply couldn't wait any longer for it.

Since overhearing the date of Micah's birthday, which wasn't too far away, you've been preparing; gift—or multiple—and hand-written card, hidden away in your tent as they awaited Micah's birthday

And the day finally came.

You were excited—you always had the most fun with him, and you wanted him to know all of it, especially how much you appreciated his unhinged personality and that always-welcomed company.

Unfortunately, not many were as excited as you; nobody even came up to him to wish him a happy birthday, which you deemed plain rude and unpleasant.

It's not like he isn't used to that though. Micah doesn't remember the last time he was told 'happy birthday', by anyone in general.

But the others didn't matter—Micah did.

And so, gift in hand, you went searching for the cowboy, eagerly looking around camp for any sign of the man somewhere.

He was sat on the outskirts of camp, toying around with one of his guns as he cleaned it with a rag and some gun oil. It was just any other day for him, not his 39th birthday, and that alone made you feel pitiful towards him.