Leaving the gang behind is something he never considered.

An outlaw will always be an outlaw just as a murderer cannot wipe the blood off his hands.

But as he watched you smile, playing outside the house, with him watching over you, he couldn't help but imagine.

"Be careful there, kid" Arthur spoke with a smile, sitting by the door of the small cabin.

He may not be a saint of a person, but if there's one thing he doesn't regret, it's being your father.