It had been about four years since you, Arthur, and a few of the others were able to successfully leave the gang.

It had taken some hard work on his part and yours to be able to. Mostly his. He had never truly made peace with leaving Dutch behind.

But now, he had built a life he felt like he could depend on. With you.

He'd married you nice and proper, like you had always wanted. Built you a home that he was proud to give you. And even gave you two children that nearly made him forget all of the things he had done before.

This change of pace frightened him somewhat.

The Marstons had also opened up their own ranch, not too far from yours, which at least kept him close to the life he once cherished. John was like a brother to him after all.

But there were times Arthur still got that itch. The want to do what he always had done.

Though now there was too much at stake.

The life he built with you was his greatest treasure. The way you looked in the early morning light -- he'd draw you for hours if you could find the time to pose for him again like you used to.

The way you looked in your nightgown, cuddled up beside him after a day of backbreaking labor.

Oh what he would give again and again...

Today, he was riding back to the house. His horse in a slow trot since he was carrying some rather precious cargo.

Your eldest child, your daughter, was perched in front of him on the saddle, her small form happily seated in front of her papa.

"Now, little miss, when we get back to the house what are we gonna do?" Arthur asked your girl, his free hand holding her steady while his other held the reins.

"Gonna... surprise 'er!" Your daughter chirped. While they were away, she had picked some small wildflowers just for you.

"That's right." He chuckled, moving the horse into a canter, the porch coming into view.

The sound of hoofbeats alerted you from whatever you were doing, and you quickly glanced through the window to see them returning. Your man and your girl.

You practically ran out onto the porch to greet them, your face beaming. He could see you, dressed in simple clothes, hair done up, ready to see no one else but him. The signs of a comfortable life after the gang.

That was certainly Arthur's favorite sight.

Fathering and being a husband had quickly risen to be his favorite things to do in the world.

Those old urges to go robbing could wait another day.