"No. You ain't comin'." He picked up his guns from his weapon chest, holstering them with a quick spin. "Because I said so."

You were capable. Of course you were, you were his kid after all. But were you ready? And was he ready to lose another child?

It's not like any parent wanted their child to become an outlaw. He wanted to give you the life he never had, an honest life. Not one full of fear and violence. He'd seen too many people die to let you to do it to yourself. Not if he could help it.

But you seemed so insistent on following in his footsteps. Arthur pinched his nose bridge, trying to control his temper. "That's the end of the matter."