Arthur was your dad - a murderous, violent outlaw, maybe, but your dad nevertheless.

He set the ‘sled’ down once the two of you reached the top of the hill, “Go on.” He pat your back, pushing you forward lightly so you would sit. Once you did sit he sat down in-front of you. “Hold on, kid.” He glanced back at you.

When he felt your arms wrap around him he leaned forward and off the two of you went.