Arthur Morgan wasn't a good man. But he wasn't a heartless one, neither. He found himself doing things a normal outlaw wouldn't do even if you paid him on a daily basis.

Things like taking in someone who was blind. Arthur had rescued you after a shootout with the O'Driscolls, in which your parents had been caught in. They didn't make it. Arthur felt that you should have a chance.

So he brought you back to camp. Arthur had the women teach you to mend clothes. And there you remained. It didn't help that you were beautiful, despite the eyes that would never see his face clearly again. Your vision had declined since he met you. Now they were milky, but still so soft and loving.

He lay with you in your tent, you resting on top of him. He'd just come back from scouting. He smelled of whiskey and gunpowder. "What are you doin', darlin'?" He murmured as you touched his face.