@lonewolfisms Arthur curled his arms loosely around Charles and pressed a kiss to his cheek with a happy sigh.
"Howdy." He murmured, closing his eyes. He knew no peace the way he knew it with Charles.
@lonewolfisms "Mm." Arthur looked around them, eyes floating to each person in camp. He nodded. "Micah and Dutch are...gone." Micah was the only one who'd give them grief. Morgan stood up and nodded towards his tent. "Come on."
@lonewolfisms "Just a long week." Arthur sighed, letting his shoulders sag. Only Charles got see this weakness. He closed his eyes, sipping the whiskey. "I missed you."
@lonewolfisms "Ah'm definitely tryin' to impress ya." Arthur winked at Charles over his shoulder, cursing softly when he felt a fish bite and then get away. "Hosea's better at this. I ain't got the patience sometimes."
Hunting was skill. Fishing was a lot more luck than Arthur cared for.
@lonewolfisms Arthur was knee deep in the water, boots set aside and pants rolled up to the knee. He was wearing just his dark shirt, rolled to the elbow. His shirt squeezed his biceps every cast, hat keeping sun from his eyes. He actually pulled in a few fish.
@lonewolfisms Susan would fret more over him, but she knew it would do no good. She bandaged him and let him go back to the other man.
Arthur slept for nearly a solid day. He finally opened his eyes, groaning. His whole body ached, and he wanted a drink. He winced and started to--