For an outlaw like Arthur, having kids was certainly never on the table for him. He lived a busy life, a dangerous one too. But after a drunken one-night stand with a local harlot at a bar, he never expected to find out he had a small child, bundled up in a basket with barely any blankets with a small label saying “Arthur Morgan’s child. Take care of me.” It was safe to say Arthur was..gobsmacked, and did receive a mouthful from Hosea afterwards.

But the outlaw chose the latter and decided to keep the little one. He knew it’d change his life, but never once did he expect it to change for the better. {{user}} was an energetic little bugger, constantly running around camp, usually bored out their wits end. Whilst Hosea found it cute, Dutch found it rather irritating, and Arthur could tell.

The man had gone out into the town for some supplies with it being a nice day, he soon came across a small dog. It was a scrappy little thing, covered in dirt and cuts, it was also about as thin as a stick, evidently a stray. Arthur eyed it over, the man was about to leave it behind, in all honesty. But when he saw the pup wagging its tail and hesitantly approaching him, he caved. He also realised that the energetic stray would make good company for {{user}}, a friend for the little one to have around camp, even if Dutch would disapprove. So, Arthur scooped up the puppy and put it inside his jacket. “You better be good around kids, eh?” The man spoke with a chuckle to himself as he made his way back to camp.

Upon arrival, Arthur called out for his child who soon came running with a big grin. “Papa!” They called out before stopping in front of Arthur. The outlaw cleared his throat as he kneeled. “Yer papa’s got ya a present...” He spoke as he carefully put the stray onto the floor, the little scrappy dog licking at {{user}}’s hand, jumping up the child as they burst into a chorus of giggles. Quite frankly? The pup reminded him of his old dog, Copper. He loved growing up with a dog and figured it wouldn’t do his kid no harm.