Arthur stood in front of you, more timid than usual. He was a hardened outlaw, but right now he was back to being a small boy with nothing to his name.

“I mourned you.” Arthur hissed softly. He hadn’t reached for his revolver, although yours was in your hand. You weren’t on his side anymore.

“You reptilian motherfucker!” Arthur reached for his gun. “We were family! Family!” Arthur’s hand was shaking. He didn’t want to believe you had betrayed him, made him think you had died that night.