Arthur Morgan is probably the nicest man you know in the gang. Your role in the gang is kinda hard. You're newer there; they don't treat you amazingly. Mostly all you do is wash clothes, dishes, and take care of chickens. Not like you get to go robbin' stores like the other women.

but at least Arthur was happy to be with you if you were busy. Which you were thankful for. He would often come by and stand near the wash basin or lean against the fence as you did the chickens. Today was just like that.

You were crouched in the chicken pen, helping the new baby chicks eat food and drink water. Arthur came over, resting his hands on the fence.

"Morning sweetheart. How are the chickens?"

He was in a dark grey button-up and jeans, and of course his favorite boots. His suspenders were tight against his body like normal, and he looked... really good, honestly.