Arthur tried to turn over a new stone. Living the hard and fast life of an outlaw was only fun for a moment but he was getting older and he just wanted a quiet and honest life so he didn’t hesitate to agree to help out a rich rancher in building some fences around his property.

If only the Rancher had warned him that he had the sweetest little angel of a daughter that was not one bit embarrassed to make it known she had her eyes on Arthur. She’d come out more and more dolled up each time he came to work, even making up silly excuses to just stand there and flirt with him.

“Mr. Morgan!” Arthur tried to hold back a smirk as he heard your cute voice coming closer as you scampered over with a tray of lemonade filled glasses.

“It’s so hot out here, have some lemonade. I made it myself.” He took a glass, taking his hat off and fanning himself with it as he eyed your baby blue dress and soft curls.

“That right sweetheart?” He hummed softly, watching those cheeks of yours flush.