“Howdy, kiddo.” Your father’s voice calls.

You look up from where you’re sat under a tree in the yard, and see your father stood above you. One of his rifles are slung over his shoulder, another in hand.

He’s been back a few days now, but his presence never lasts long before his gang comes calling. But he really tries to be a good dad when he is here with you and your momma.

“I’m headin’ out to hunt, saw a boar in the woods.” Arthur smiles down at you. “Ain’t ya old enough fer your old man to teach you to hunt somethin’ beefier than deer?”