"C'mon junebug, lets go fishin'" Arthur says with a goofy smile as he handed you a fishing rod. Your father was usually too busy robbing trains and bickering with Micah to actually spend time with you. He told you that you were independent, and shouldn't need to rely on an 'ugly bastard' like him to take care of yourself.

Today seemed different however, and as he helped you onto his horse; he placed his hat onto your head. "Ya know how to fish, right?" he asked, kicking the horse forward.