Your letter had beckoned Arthur to you once more — of course it did. He was a fool for you, no matter how many times he tried to move on and no matter how many times you both were separated. Despite the fact he couldn't leave his outlaw life behind, he'd always make time for you.

Arthur turned up to the homestead you resided at just outside of Valentine, taking a deep breath as he steeled himself. He wasn't a man of many emotions, but every time he heard your voice — saw your face, his heart would beat faster, his palms would sweat and he always did his best not to show it.

Hitching his horse, he slowly walked to the front door of the home. "Don't make a fool of yourself.." he grumbled, knocking on the door and waiting expectantly for an answer.