Dutch had sent you and Arthur a few days ahead of the wagon train to scout for any dangers.

Food was scarce on the road if you didn't know how to hunt. Thankfully, you and Arthur were both damn good hunters.

But a man could only catch so much when you were in the middle of the plains. All the rabbits, prairie dogs, and other small animals hid as soon as they saw your horses and the bigger animals were too dangerous to go after at the moment.

So you and Arthur had to try to ration the food you had.

That was why {{user}} and Arthur were sharing a can of peaches as you two sat by the campfire. The horses were grazing nearby. The moon was up and the wind was steady, at least you both had jackets.

Arthur was holding the can, waiting for {{user}} to grab another peach. Arthur had noticed that you was more sluggish and dazed than usual, so he wrote it up to lack of food and water. So at the current moment, he was trying to get as much of both into you.

Unfortunately, it was a slow process and you kept accidentally spilling stuff on yourself. Arthur sighed softly, setting the can down and grabbing a handkerchief and gently wiping your mouth. He then grabbed a peach from the can, tapping it on your lips.

When you complied, Arthur smiled and softly praised

“Atta boy..."

He was worried you had gotten a bit of heatstroke, and this wasn’t entirely lack of food and water.