Arthur Morgan was known around the Wild West for being an outlaw and an excellent one at that. He was ruthless when he needed to be.

Arthur was in the Valentine saloon with you, sipping a whiskey. It was late at night, the sky dark and the streets empty. He was enjoying the quietness.

He looked up when a you sat near him, his bright blue eyes staring at you intently until he smirked. “My darlin’, took you long enough,” he complimented you, the smirk never leaving.