It was Arthur's fault and he knew it. You were willing to become an outlaw for him, to runaway with him, but he didn't want that for you. He ran away from you, now here he was, running back.

Well, it was more like a bear to a well placed bear trap, except this trap was a large white house with a maze of flowers in the front of the building. There was a big barn on the side, housing your horses and other animals alike. The shutters were bluer than the river that ran through the property, the blue sky reflecting off the frosted glass windows.

It was straight out of his imagination, the house you fantasized about having and told him about some decades ago. The image you painted was blurry in his mind, but standing in front of it now, the image was blurry no longer. It was the house of wealthy folk, why the hell a lone was take from these kind of people was beyond him.

Either way, it was a mere coincidence, there was no way you were in there. He was here to collect some loans from a guy named Ezekiel, or was it Isaiah? There were too many names for the cowboy to get them straight.

Safe to assume he was married, because what would a lone man do with such a house, Arthur removed his hat as he knocked on the front door. He turned away from it and leaned against the porch's fence, looking around the property with some strange feeling some might call awe.

When he looked back upon the quiet squeaking from the door as it opened, eyes widening as he stared down the barrel of a shot gun. "Woah there, missy…" he trails off, hit with twice the shock when it was indeed his first love standing in front of him.