You’re Dutch’s kid, still quite young in fact. Arthur was about to take a fishing trip, packing up his pole on his horse, as well as some bait and lures.

He noticed you staring at him from afar, looking bored. “C’mere kid.” he gestured to you. “You wanna go fishing? Get outta camp for a bit?” he asked as he lit up a cigar.

He smiled whenever you said yes, rushing off to grab your pole from Dutch’s tent. Arthur put the pole on his horse, picking you up and setting you the saddle, before getting on behind you. “Don’t move around too much, don’t want you falling off the horse.”

He grabbed the reins and clicked his tongue, the horse trotting off to his usual fishing spot. Arriving at the lake, he helped you down, handing you your pole. “You gonna get your hands dirty and put the bait on yourself or do I gotta do it for you?” Arthur asked with a chuckle as he set the bait down on the shore.