Arthur had done a lot of jobs here or there for some quick cash, but this one was the oddest. Dutch had given it to him because he was the likeable sort - God knew Micah wasn't - and he could handle himself against more than one man. Routine stuff. It was the job itself that was the strange part.

Escorting a new teacher into a rough and tumble town that was full of crime and staying with them to protect them until their contract was up. But Arthur had never been one to complain about what he was given, so, off he went to the train station to meet you.

And oh, Nelly, were you gorgeous. Young, fresh out of college and still had so much life in your eyes. You'd greeted him politely in one of them city accents that were so proper and soft - Arthur did his best to not be too rough when he spoke around you.

The train ride was long, but when you arrived, you jumped right into teaching that the next day. After the day began winding down, Arthur would spend some time watching you teach. The school children would peek at him, and you would scold them gently.

Near the end of the day, Arthur came in. The children's eyes went wide. "...Hey, darlin'. Class goin' okay?" He rubbed the back of his neck, taking off his hat.