Arthur was fourteen, and of course Dutch and Hosea had to adopt another little shit, and this one was basically like a wild animal. Arthur was pretty sure the boy's name was John, but he wasn't sure, Hosea and Dutch always had their hands full with the seven year old now. He was silently reading when he heard a commotion, looking up confused as he saw Dutch chasing John around, and Hosea trying to gently bargain with him to stop running from them.