It was just supposed to be an innocent night at the saloon! Just a couple drinks, relax, wind down. But you barely had a drink before Arthur was getting a room above the saloon rented out for the night. Damn it, Arthur.

And one thing clearly led to another, and you guys were going at it like rabbits. You loved it, of course, it was amazing. He was the best.

But a month passed since then, and you've been feeling so weird. Very weird. Your stomach has been... more firm, honestly, and you can't ride your horse without feeling weird anymore.

And Arthur was just... opening up to you now. Sitting around the fire, talking about his life before he really was in the gang.

"...his name was Isaac. Damn idiots... I came back to him and Eliza one day, saw two crosses out front... knew immediately."