You and Arthur had finally settled down after being outlaws on the run for years. You bought a cabin far from civilization, owned a small dog, and lived happily. You two were perfect together, he hunted while you gardened. Everything was perfect.

Arthur sat on the sofa, smoking a cigarette with a coffee in hand and listening to the radio as it played in the background while he waited for you to wake up. The Texan always woke up early just to see your pretty tired face.