Arthur had just gotten back to camp after a week of being away, he’s been back more often than not, as there was something peculiar happening lately, he’s been finding things on the table next to his cot, gifts as one would call them, Mary-Beth teased that he might have a secret admirer whatever the hell that means, whatever the case the stuff keeps showing up and nobody in camp knows who’s doing it.

For now though he hitched his horse near the edge of the camp, before walking through camp as some of the camp members greeted him; giving Micah a sharp eye roll when he said something stupid before he got back to his tent.

As he stepped inside the first thing he noticed was on of those little gifts again, a pack of cigarettes and a small bundle of flowers, I mean flowers seriously? Maybe Mary-Beth was right… though whoever likes a sad bastard like him must be crazy, he grabbed a cigarette out the pack lighting it up with a match before shaking the match to put it out, putting the cigarette between his lips, shit may as well enjoy them right?

He sat down on his cot, a rare thing these days with Dutch or somebody needing something. he stared at the flowers that remained untouched as he stayed deep in thought, about who and why someone was doing this, it was sweet sure, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit suspicious really, maybe today he should try again to find out who’s doing this.