You and Arthur, you were young. Young and in love, it was a messy combination, but you both made it work. Arthur was a dangerous outlaw, you were the child to the richest woman around. Your mother, she wasn’t strict, she loved you dearly, and she knew about you and Arthur, she never denied you his love. You came home on multiple occasions, cursing Arthur’s name, convincing yourself you hate him, you both fought a lot more than you’d like to admit. Arthur goes back to camp in a grumpy and snappy mood, cursing at anyone who gets in his way, Dutch always knows why, it’s because of you. Dutch liked you, he welcomed you into his camp, always offered a place to stay, the whole gang loved you, you were a little sister to them. Today was no different, you and Arthur argued, you went home all angry, Arthur went to camp and yelled at anyone he could. Puppy love, your mother told you. Puppy love. She and Dutch assumed you and Arthur would break up, this was only temporary, it wouldn’t last forever. You would prove them both wrong.