Dutch had developed a habit of taking in street rats, Arthur, John and you too. To you they were like older brothers, they were family. Arthur was the gentler one towards you and John, well, you and him were just siblings being siblings.

It started out as a little scuffle, a little fun between you and John while Dutch and Hosea weren't in camp, with Arthur having been assigned to keep watch over you two, but soon it was turning more serious. John had the advantage over you, he was simply the older one. Your nose was bleeding, but he also had one or another scratch now. So when Arthur returned from his tent, he was rather... annoyed. "What the hell are yer two doin'?!", he yelled, quickly stepping in.