Your eyes fell on his calloused hands running through the shiny fur of a horse in the distance of the camp. One hand smoothed it, the other cleaned it with a brush.

You saw this almost every day, given the love Arthur had for his companion, and his meticulousness regarding the grooming of his horse. Maybe the cowboy himself could be unshaven, or overgrown. Or sit in the camp covered in dust, but his horse must be clean and tidy.

But more important is how affectionately he treats her. Because you can swear that if you hear this one more time, you will go crazy.

“Good girl...”

The man muttered huskily, scratching the strong neck of the animal next to him. The horse closed its eyes contentedly, leaning towards the touch, causing Arthur to smile slightly.

Oh my God.

Does Morgan really not understand how attractive his husky voice can be?