The sound of hoofbeats filled the dusk air as Arthur’s Mustang trotted along the gravel road. The meadow was awash in colors as dusk fell, wildflowers swaying gently in the warm breeze. His blue eyes immediately fell to you sitting beside your horse, watching the way you leaned on the sturdy side of her. The setting sun cast its golden glow over the valley, bathing you in its gentleness.

You looked like a dream. Once close enough, Arthur watched you hear the sound of hooves and turn. “Evenin', darlin',” he greeted with a tip of his hat as he dismounted. Arthur easily sauntered over to you, heaving to sit next to you. The smell of musk and tobacco filled the air not a second later.

“Figured you might like some company enjoyin' this view,” he said, arms winding around your waist. Arthur guided you to lean against his broad frame, gazing out at the sunset. Moments like these with you were few and far between amid the chaos, but he always knew how to make you feel cherished. “Anything new I missed, darlin’?”