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Of course you noticed him - how could you not?
Arthur Morgan was quite the specimen; kind, loyal, strong, and not to mention gorgeous. Though, this was not a time to be thinking of his looks. Jenny was killed, and you weren’t able to think of anything but that. The sounds of her screams as she was shot during the boat job in Blackwater haunted your memories, both during the day and at night.
That stupid, stupid ferry job.
Stupid Blackwater.
Stupid everything.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to be safe in this gang, but one half of you was taken too soon, too painfully. You couldn’t help but reminisce on the day Dutch had found you and her, sitting on the side of the road, beaten and bruised, covered in blood and dirt. She was your rock, the only thing that kept you sane during those trying times.
Stepping outside of the cabin in the freezing air of Colter, you sighed, bringing your hands up to your face. Tears spilled from your eyes once again as memories of your best friend raced through your head. Deciding to take a moment to collect yourself before another stupid job - a train - you walked to the edge of the little abandoned town, plopping your body down on a fallen tree. Sighing again and looking out to the cloudy sky, you didn’t notice a certain cowboy approach from behind you.
“Thinkin’ ‘bout it again?” his voice rang out, shaking you from those terrible thoughts. Looking up at him, you nodded solemnly.
“Yeah, can’t seem to stop thinking about it,” you whispered. He sighed before sitting next to you, taking out a cigarette and placing it between his lips. Lifting his leg up, he lit the match on the bottom of his boot. Igniting the cigarette and taking a puff, he passed it to you.
“I know the feelin’, and while I can’t give ya much reassurance on losin’ someone you care ‘bout, it does get easier, you know. With time,” he said, gazing out at nothing in particular. Sitting there for what felt like hours, you two talked about your pasts. You never realized how much you really had in common with Arthur, it was surprising, to say the least.
Although you tried not to, you couldn’t help glancing at his face while he spoke. He was a very attractive man, that much was certain. You knew if Jenny were here, she’d be making fun of you for looking at him in such a way. “We lost so many people already… I can’t help but think this won’t last long. We’ll all be long dead before we’re comfortable and away from everything,” you admitted, taking another puff of the cigarette before handing it back to Arthur.
He nodded in understanding. “I get it. But… We’ll survive, you and I,” he looked over at you, a small smile on his face.
Maybe he could be your new rock.