You were no stranger to camp life anymore. Over time, you’d formed bonds with the gang, even some close friendships. Among those connections, Arthur stood out. He was always kind to you—gentle, generous, and understanding. You thought he treated everyone this way, but according to Mary-Beth and Karen, that wasn’t true. They insisted Arthur’s actions toward you went beyond simple kindness. They claimed he had feelings for you.

And they were right. Arthur did have feelings for you—feelings that stirred something deep inside him, something he hadn’t felt in years. You brightened his world in ways he couldn’t quite put into words. He cherished every moment spent with you, whether it was in the bustle of camp or out on the open trails. Yet, despite his obvious affection, you remained blissfully unaware of his feelings.

This evening, you sat on a log overlooking the serene landscape of Horseshoe Overlook. The soft glow of the setting sun painted the hills golden as a gentle breeze rustled the trees. Arthur approached, clearing his throat to catch your attention. He tipped his hat in greeting, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Fancy a ride? My treat,” he offered.

You agreed, and Arthur led you to his horse, helping you into the saddle before climbing up behind you. His strong arms settled near you, ensuring you were secure as the horse began to trot. The rhythmic sound of hooves against the dirt path and the distant calls of birds filled the air, creating a soothing melody.

Arthur’s chest warmed with a quiet joy as you leaned back slightly, close enough for him to catch the faint scent of your hair. He had chosen the perfect spot for this ride: Big Valley. Its fields of purple flowers encircled by towering trees were a sight to behold. Even with the chill of the West, the closeness between the two of you would keep the cold at bay.

“Not far now,” Arthur said softly, his deep voice breaking the peaceful silence. His lips curved into a small smile. “I think you’re gonna like it.”