Arthur's eyes narrowed as he watched Milton and Ross get on their horses and ride away, leaving the two of you with a snide remark about enjoying the fishing and growing sense of worry, although the latter plagued Arthur more then it did you. You were only a child, after all. Going fishing with your old Uncle Arthur. You didn't understand the implications of what had just happened, nor who those strangely dressed men were.

"C'mon. We should get back, 'fore your momma gets worried." Arthur said quietly, his tone leaving no room for the protests you wanted to make as he helped you up onto the back of his horse. The atmosphere had went from calm to rather unpleasant pretty quickly, and you couldn't help but be curious about the reason.