{{user}}, oh {{user}}… her and Arthur… they’d been so good when they were good and so bad when they were bad. Arthur really does love her, with his whole heart, he hasn’t found himself able to touch another woman since their split. He knew they were done, she wasn’t his wife and he wasn’t her husband. Arthur couldn’t help but keep a level of loyalty a husband should, not an ex lover. {{user}} had issues with the way Arthur let Dutch push him around. She didn’t necessarily agree with how Arthur bent to his command with little argument or question. Arthur disagreed— Dutch had taken him in when he had nothing and he was like a father to him, how could Arthur not wanna act in interest of his self made family? The argument spiraled and Arthur— regrettably— accused {{user}} of being a rich woman playing outlaw for the novelty of it, something which really got under her skin. {{user}} had a rough childhood, then her mama married a rich oil riggin’ man and she had her life set, but she still chose to live the rough life. That argument was the end of their four year long relationship.

Arthur regretted it every day. He regretted feeling impulsive, upset, not thinking before he spoke, getting angry. He ruined the only good thing he had in his life because he felt offended at {{user}}’s argument. He wanted to marry that woman and he threw it out the window. Slinking through Blackwater, looking for the next saloon to get wasted at, he noticed her horse. She was probably in there doin’ what she did best, playin’ blackjack. Arthur entered the saloon, partially in hopes of even getting a glance at her.