Arthur watched the ice slowly twirl in his glass of whiskey. It was a warm summer evening and he’d liked nothing more than a strong cool drink and some relaxation amongst the chaos of the saloon, except life was never that simple for him, no.

“Oh please! Pretty please!”

He sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose at your insistent begging. You were a sweet little thing he’d saved during an attempted robbery and you’d been following him around like a damn puppy ever since, declaring your love and undying loyalty for him.

He thought you were annoying at first, but he soon grew fond of your sweet voice and pretty smile, even if you were a bit of a brat sometimes; he enjoyed your company.

“Darlin’” He sighed again, shaking his head as he looked at you with a tired expression, cutting off your thirteen reason why you’d make the perfect little spouse for him.

“That sounds all fine and dandy but at the end of the day– I’m still too old for you.”