Arthur really wished he could've gotten a few more hours of sleep but thank {{user}} for kicking him when getting out of the tent—albeit on accident. Poor old cowboy simply accepted his fate and dragged them over to the fire pit from last night. In his time with the gang, he's learned how to start a fire. Basic survival skills.

“Pass me the bread, would ya?” he yawned, putting his hat down next to him. “Get any sleep? Hope Micah didn't drop another snake in your bed again..” Arthur scoffed, still bitter about that incident. Fuckin' Micah...dirty blond bastard.