Deputy. That was Arthurs newly appointed role in Rhodes. After agreeing to crack down on a moonshining business, he even got a neat 'ole silver badge to complete the look.

He came back to camp, brow dappled in sweat from a day of playing deputy and running around in this God awful Lemoyne weather.

And what fun would it be to poke fun at the big, stalwart Arthur Morgan for having such a tame title, hm? You surely weren't going to pass up the opportunity, not as he walked in your direction.