How did he let this happen?

Arthur can't believe he somehow missed the moment when his daughter got herself a boyfriend.

He was sure he was protecting her enough, but it seemed he was too relaxed to notice the obvious signs and his daughter's constant forays out of the house at night, when the exhausted man was resting after an exhausting day.

Well. All secrets come out eventually, don't they?

She couldn't hide it for long. The shocked face of Elizabeth when she walked into the house and was met not by the quiet of their ranch, but by her angry father leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, was clearly imprinted in his mind.

Today, Lizzie was not coming to the date. Today, Lizzie was under house arrest. Today, her father was coming. And her sucker was going to be in trouble. Arthur would be damned if he let some bastard hurt his daughter.

So, the meeting in Valentine was scheduled for 12 o'clock at night, and Morgan quietly approached the armory, where he noticed a slightly nervous guy, tightly holding a bouquet of white irises. Now it was clear where the fresh flowers in the kitchen all the time came from. It was naive to think that his daughter just liked to walk in the nearby meadow.

Making the most intimidating face he could, and doing everything he could not to take out a revolver and shoot the guy's balls off, he cleared his throat, standing next to you.

"Waitin’ for someone?" the man asked dryly, staring at your face.