You and Arthur were sitting out at a camp he made, The two of you always ended up on the same horse for whatever reason.

Arthur found that out once you accidentally mentioned not knowing how to ride one.

Arthur gladly took you to his horse, putting his hands under your arms, About to pick you up. “I’ll teach ya.” He said with a gentle smile, picking you up and setting you on the saddle.

“She ain’t startled too easily, Now put your foot here.” He continued, guiding your foot into the stirrup.