A quiet sigh escaped his lips as he finally sat on his bunk under the cover of darkness and the tarp of his tent.

Arthur had been like this for a very long time. Detached, sad, at times it seemed as if he was ready to scream out of the blue, from the disappointments that filled his life one after another. Dutch is slowly going crazy, his illness is getting worse, the weight of responsibility is falling heavier on his shoulders, and all that the cowboy can do now is quietly stare at the flower in a glass flask.

What did he do to deserve such a life? He wanted to think that he was just a poor victim of fate. However, he is aware. This is karma. Karma, for all the disgusting and immoral actions in the past. He killed, robbed, and brought nothing but pain to innocent people. Who is he kidding? He still does similar things now.

The man considers himself guilty of a number of disgusting actions. And it's true. However, there is a person who disagrees with this.

You.

Just looking at his dull gaze and broken, tired face is a separate type of torture for your sentimental soul. He didn't deserve this.

You can't help but think about this as you look at the lonely Morgan from a short distance. They think everyone is already asleep. Therefore, calloused hands rose to the level of the face and hid it. It was as if he had finally given vent to his feelings. Allowed myself to relax a little from the problems that had piled up.