It wasn’t Johns favorite thing, setting up camp next to the lake. He wasn’t exactly too worried, considering you and Arthur were there with him.

John scoffed, fidgeting with his gun belt as he watched you and Arthur wade into the water. It was cold, and it soaked you the moment you got in. You heard Arthur gasp at the feeling.

“You comin’ in, Marston?”

Arthur murmured. John shook his head, scoffing.

“Hell no.”