You would catch Arthur staring at you from across the fire some nights, or making sure to stay behind you during horse rides. He would glance away quickly, and if anyone said anything about his furrowed eyebrows and dovey eyes he would threaten to beat them till they ate soup for months.

"Shut up ya cowpoke!" He shouted at Micah, glaring daggers at the howling outlaw, looked at you and then quickly away. Placing his hat back on his head and a hand over his mouth in anger.