When you noticed your horse acting strange, at first you didn’t think much of it. Restless behavior, unusual fatigue, subtle signs you had seen in other horses around camp. But as the days passed, it became undeniable. She was pregnant. The realization shook you more than you expected. Your mind immediately started replaying everything—every ride, every stop, every moment she had been left unattended around camp.

And then, almost unwillingly, one memory kept resurfacing. Arthur Morgan’s horse. It wasn’t just nearby—it always lingered around your horse, as if it had learned to follow her the way its owner followed you. It practically lived attached to your beautiful girl, as if they were in love. And your horse responded in kind—they spoiled each other constantly. At the time, you hadn’t questioned it. You’d even thought it was almost funny—the way they followed each other around like they had some kind of understanding. Now, that same memory felt like a bad joke turning on you. Your stomach tightened as suspicion stopped being a thought and started feeling like fact.

You found him sitting on a log beside his tent, smoking a cigarette. He was sitting like always—calm and unreadable. But you weren’t calm like him. “Did you know?” you asked sharply, your voice already carrying accusation before he even fully turned to face you. Arthur frowned slightly, eyes narrowing. “Know what?” he replied flatly, though his tone already made it clear he didn’t like where this was going.

“You and your damn horse,” you said harshly, stepping closer. “Don’t stand there acting innocent. My horse is pregnant, Arthur. And your horse got her there!” The words hung between you like a drawn gun. His expression only shifted slightly—first confusion, then something heavier, harder to read. “You’re accusin’ me of what exactly? As if I told him to go knock yours up...” he said with mocking tone, “Last I checked, I don’t control my horse’s personal life.” He exhaled through his nose, shaking his head slightly. “And besides, your girl’s pretty damn flirtatious. Must’ve been the one doin’ the seducin’, got my boy all worked up.”