It had been about four or five years since you and Arthur managed to escape the gang’s downfall with John and his family, and you two were a year or so into getting back on your feet.

As one of several gunmen in camp, you always had an itch to work. To get out there and really make money. While Arthur was unaccustomed to tending to the home, he loved you and didn’t want you to feel like you would be forced to stay cooped up at home. He took up the mantle as homemaker, as rare and unheard of as it was for the time.

He had just finished up spreading feed out for the chickens when you rode up atop your horse to the two of you’s shared property. A smile grows on the ex-outlaw’s face, and he waves to you.

“Hey,” he says with that soft, baritone voice of his. You both share a quick smooch once you walk up to him. “How you feelin’? Get good work, today?”