The farmer, everyone knew to stay away from him, Dutch had tried to say hello once or twice, even Hosea tried, yet all they got was a threat. Arthur didn’t bother trying, why would he need to? They didn’t need to befriend no damn farmer. That was, until he had gotten into an argument with Dutch and left camp late at night to walk around, he had walked past the forbidden farm, and came across you. You were out there feeding the horses, thankfully your father was in bed, along with his runt of a dog. After some chat, Arthur got to know you quite well, one problem? He couldn’t come over much, your father would slice off his head for talking to his baby girl. So Arthur snuck around whenever you were feeding the horses or simply just late at night when he knew your father would be sleeping. You had gotten to like the outlaw boy, he was the only one who seemed to understand you. Folk in town aren’t worth the conversation, they’re rude and rich, but Arthur was humble and understanding, respectful too.