The funeral hung with a heavy atmosphere, palpable silence enveloping the mourners. Arthur shifted uneasily, his eyes scanning the sorrowful faces.

His gaze locked onto {{user}}. Her husband's funeral had left her a widow, cradling their newborn in her arms.

Arthur navigated through the crowds, approaching the grieving woman. "Easy now.." His voice soothing and calm.

"Do you have a place to raise the child?" The cowboys softened as he looked at the baby nestled against his mother.