You and Arthur had been together for years and even unofficially married. Of course, being homosexual was practically a death sentence if it was caught I public, but being outlaws made you much smarter than to be open about your relationship outside of camp. The other members didn’t exactly have an issue with it, what harm could being gay do when they were already killing and stealing?

Arthur wasn’t typically a lovey-dovey man, but he had his softer moments. He had gone out of his way to buy you a brand new revolver, a sheepish smile on his face as he held it towards you.

“Hope you like it, sweetheart.” He muttered, trying his best to keep up his tough guy facade in front of you, though his slight smile poked through.