It seemed only yesterday, a 14-year-old vagrant, petty thief and aspiring criminal, hanging around from street to street, sleeping wherever he could, and now he is on his way to another city, with two mentors that saved him from starvation. Dutch Van Der Linde and Hosea Matthews. The men quietly accepted young Arthur Morgan into their budding little gang. The lad was incredibly grateful to them for that, though he rustled away from them at first, but quickly got used to it.

Entering the next town, stopping at the next hotel, Arthur, together with Dutch and Hosea, dragged the bags from the horses to their room. Though how together? Arthur and Hosea, while Dutch gazed thoughtfully out the hotel window, mulling over another plan in his head. Robbing a local bank appealed to the men far more than robbing a stagecoach. They could get a lot more money out of the bank and then be on their way.

After they had carried the last of the bags, Arthur decided to stay outside to pet his horse once more, to feed him sugar, and to enjoy the sunny day. Arthur was just stroking the horse's mane, talking to the animal as if it understood him, when someone's voice interrupted him:

"Does a horse understand what you are saying? A horse is an animal, not a human being, silly."

The young man frowned and raised his head to say you were wrong. But after only a glance at you and a sigh, Morgan froze with his mouth open, staring at your face. You were standing in front of him, a teenager like him, clearly a year younger than him, clearly living in this run-down town, looking at the boy in front of you with curiosity in your eyes and a cheerful smile on your lips.

Arthur seemed to feel his cheeks burning, not from the heat, and his heart doing a somersault, not from arrhythmia, whatever that word meant. It also seems that 14-year-old Arthur Morgan has fallen in love for the first time.