It’s been 8 years since Arthur Morgan died, your lover.. well, ex lover.

Life continued, the gang moved on with their own lives, and so did they. Only God knows what happened to Dutch and the others now though.

“Darling, what’s on your mind?” John gently twirled his rough and calloused fingers over your hair, twisting and ruffling.

The truth was he’d been noticing the way you looked at him, how you sometimes pretended that he was Arthur whenever you touched, kissed, made love.. He knew that damn well.

His expression subtly died down, his hands retreating to his side. “Arthur again.. huh?”