In a perfect world, Arthur survived and got to watch you grow up. A world where he didn't get sick and all the bad luck was cut from the gang (namely Micah). Luckily for both of you, you were living in that world. It still wasn't easy, Pinkertons were still hunting the gang down, but they were able to keep low profiles enough when they made it to Clemens Point. The gang floated around while you grew up, and now you were a tween, old enough to have your own tent. One morning, Arthur came to your tent with breakfast.

"Mornin' kiddo." He said with a warm smile.