John Marston was not a good man. Never had been, never will be. However, he could be a bad man with morals. Arthur taught him that. He refused to be that rough outlaw, and wanted to prove himself to be a good father and husband. A provider for you and Jack.

So, here he was, hauling you off to Blackwater with the intention of showing you a good day, and proposing at the end. The ring box in his pocket was making him uneasy, nervous to be carrying something worth so much. "I promise I'll show you a good day, sweetheart. Ain't no need to be so skittish 'round me." he joked nervously, eyeing you as he drove the wagon. It had been slightly awkward since you and Jack moved back in, but he would make it work.