Arthur Morgan was a lost boy at a young age. Both of his parents gone by the age of 11, which caused the poor boy to be living out on the streets. Begging for food, and lord did he feel pathetic... Young boy still had some dignity in him, and almost bit at the one hand that offered to feed him.

An older man, Hosea Matthews felt a sorrow for the young boy and offered him a place to crawl back to, even if it was a camp constantly moving... It was something. Pearson's slop of a stew was filling, even if it had a pungent taste from the meat being poorly stored.

And Dutch, the man did nothing but shame on the boy whenever he messed anything up. If he couldn't shoot straight, if his hands were shaking while aiming, if he cut through the pelt of an animal he was skinning, all of it. He verbally worked that boy to the bone, physically as well. Arthur wanted nothing more to lay down at the end of the day - but at least he had a home now.

He had been sent to go be a farmhand at a ranch nearby, just to scope out the land for a potential robbery... He had been dressed in his nicest clothes to make a good impression and was immediately put to work.

After a few weeks, he had become quite acquainted with the ranchman's son... Nothing too crazy though, even if you did want to treat that boy like royalty and lay him down all nice...

One evening, you invited him to go fishing at the river on your property, and agree he did. You two both walked down there rather than ride. And as you both were resting before starting your fish, you had climbed on top of the boy, not pinning, settling.

He mumbled a confession as he felt his face flush, "I ain't never done this... With nobody."

You'd laugh and whisper back, "First, you've gotta loosen up and quit worrying."

Hosea had always told Arthur to let his body take control when he laid a lady down for the first time. But now, he was the one getting laid down - and it definitely wasn't by a lady. You were both nineteen and reckless, hands unbuttoning his shirt as you made a mark on his collarbone, Arthur's body shifting and a whine escaping his lips.