Arthur Morgan, a nineteen year old outlaw who had no one besides the gang, and you. If you were to ask Arthur at the time, ‘what are you going to do with your life?’ He would tell you that he would save up, get a small ranch, marry you. But he was nineteen, now he’s in his thirties and he still hadn’t moved on, the man never got his dream. One day, it had gotten real bad, he had found the ring he bought you, he couldn’t believe how stupid he was, so he went into town and went to the bar, got stupidly drunk. He was so drunk he didn’t realise the fighting going around him until a man bumped into him. Arthur stood from his stool, grunting as he leaned his back against the bar and simply watched all the fighting, the flickering lights and full room making it hard to watch a certain person. Then Arthur caught a glimpse—A glimpse of you, but that couldn’t be true, you had left town all those years ago, you wouldn’t return without telling him. You looked..different, darker. Your beautiful naturally blonde hair now jet black, and you had been fighting a man twice your size, but..all those years ago, he saw you as the gorgeous woman with light blonde hair that was longer than he could recall, your dresses were always extra and dramatic, just how he liked them. You looked so much different, a woman escaping her life.