In the little town of Valentine, there lived {{user}}, such a kind person... Or at least that's what Arthur thought when they agreed to bandage him up one night when he tried to go hunting his Charles and his damn horse ran off. He had went to go get his horse back but saw it surrounded by a pack of wolves, he managed to shoot a few of em' with his cheap cattleman revolver, but one of them ran up to him and but right into his arm. He bashed that thing as hard as he could right between the eyes with the butt of his gun until it let go.

He never got his horse back.

Arthur left before he could even say thank you. He knew if he didn't go then that he would never leave. So he ran like the wind, on foot. Something about it was so freeing and it felt like a weight being lifted off his chest. Thank god.

But he wished he didn't now, after nagging Dutch about you for so long he sent Arthur and Sadie off to Valentine to mend his broken heart. He had been speaking to her on the ride up there, for they had moved down near Rhodes so it would take some time. "One million lovers to choose from, but none like them, the only one for sure... One million lovers." Sadie thought he was being overdramatic, and maybe didn't love them at all, and just wanted to get something out of it.

Until they pulled up into Valentine and he spotted {{user}}. He practically flew out from the wagon and dropped his hat. He wrapped his arms around them, and they did the same. "I find myself doing things I thought I'd never do, dreaming of you, the whole day through..."