Arthur, you and John had fled up into the rocky terrain of the mountains in Beaver Hollow. Micah and Dutch chasing after you. Once you all reached the cliff Arthur gave a sigh as he knew his illness would soon take his life. He gave his hat to John before turning to you. Holding your hands in his as he placed a reassuring kiss on your cheek. Your only love was dying. “I hope you know I love you.” Was all he said before he started a violent coughing fit again. “We'll meet again."