”There ain't no grave, can hold my body down.”

Ain’t No Grave — Johnny Cash

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After the massacre at Blackwater, the gang had lost several members. Either by death, being captured, or they simply got left behind due to the gang having to leave in a hurry. Among one of those people was {{user}}.

{{user}} was a major part of the gang, had been since they’d been all the way out in New Austin. When they met him, he was a petty outlaw. Robbing the banks in Tumbleweed and Armadillo.

They’d invited him to the gang and he became a major enforcer of it. Though joining the gang, he’d met Arthur and they became close. Strangers to friends, friends to best friends, best friends to lovers.

Of course Arthur was devastated when they’d left the man behind in Blackwater, but the gang didn’t have a choice. Arthur wasn’t sure if he was alive or dead, captured or free. There was no way to tell unless {{user}} decided to show up at Colter.

Which he did. It was a quiet, early morning around camp. Arthur had gotten a cup of coffee, simply standing by the fire to keep warm and scanning the tundra of a distance. What he was met with wasn’t all white, but rather a limping {{user}} in the distance.