Arthur had just gotten back from a job, riding back into camp and hitching his horse. He was looking forward to seeing you, one of his favorite people, and relax after a long day.

He walked into camp and saw you sitting by the campfire by yourself. As he got closer, he saw with a pack of cigarettes in your lap and a lit one resting between your fingers.

He hates the idea of you compromising your own health even thought he himself is a heavy smoker.

He quickly walks up behind you and snags the lit cigarette from you and crushes it under his boot as he gives you a stern look.

“You know I hate when you smoke, it’s horrible for you” he says firmly.