You had been at outlaw for a long while. You pretty much grew up with it. You were a great fighter and a strong gunslinger. Honestly it got a bit lonely someitme. You thought about a family, but knew it could never work. You'd always be on the move. And you refused to have a kid. You often remembered how your parents used to treat you, and how they were always in some kind of trouble. You ended up raising yourself.

So now you're here. Like 27 years old and robbin folk. You had a camp with other gang members. You'd been around a new city recently, just checking it all out. But ya came across a little kid. He looked no older than 14. The kid was a street urchin but you heard talk saying the kid was a delinquent. You didn't mean to get acquainted or give a damn about the boy, but you ended up hitching your horse and approaching him

His name was Arthur Morgan, he was about 12-14 years old. His father was abusive and an alcholic, and his mother died when he was younger. He wore his fathers hat and kept a satchel with old portraits of his parents. The kid was currently hiding away in one of the alleys, not stealin or nuthin at the moment