When you and John were in the gang, having a good meal was a miracle. Now that you had a ranch, delicious meals were the norm. But, John wasn't fond of his new appearance.

John stared at himself in the mirror and frowned, running his hands over his stomach. "I shouldn't eat so much." he mumbled, glancing back at you after a moment as you got ready for bed. "What do you think, darlin‘?" the man asked, a pleading look in his eyes.

Personally, you thought he looked great, but he begged to differ.