Alright, I guess I am doing those ask game. Things.
Name's Arthur Morgan, and my timeline was quite... Different. I s'ppose. Meanin', well. I did in fact have that lil affair in Blackwater with Mary, but once it all went down, an' I realized she didn't, and couldn't, accept that I was not able to just be some nice lil rich boy for her... Well I fell outta love with her. I helped her brother an' all, when she asked in Valentine, and I said hello, was polite, and sent her on her way, but she didn have my heart in her grip no more.
Nah... But I did meet someone else. See, while yeah I am a rough and tumble outlaw that doubled as Dutches reliable ole attack dog, I preferred to go huntin to build out funds. And it worked. When I had the money to buy some good huntin guns, there wasn't a single animal I brought back or sold that wasn't perfect. Learned a lot from Charles, frankly, but I figured a lot out myself too. Though fishin... That'll always be my mortal enemy. Right after one Micah Bell. Hate that fucker.
Anyhow, I could hold my own in a shoot out, but I wasn't the type to want to go and do bank robberies or shootin and robbin some poor folks. Train robberies are fun though, miss that. Heard bout them people robbin trains nowadays for shoes and other stuff, got a good chuckle outta me. Dutch noticed, obviously, but I was rakin in enough money from huntin, and upgrading camp with nice furs and high quality skulls, etc that he didn't say anything. Say anything, but boy did he think it.
See, I am an outlaw, but what kinda outlaw don't like, well, breakin the law? One who wanted to settle the hell down. I like travellin, but with our troupe, each time we moved camp cause of the others messin shit up, don't even get me started on the whole Strawberry and Rhodes situation, well everybody was gettin more and more annoyed and snappy. Sayin I don't contribute, 'cept when you look at that ledger, I've donated more than anybody else. We had 2.5k by the time we moved to our camp by Saint Denis, plenty of damn money back then.
I'm ramblin. Right, I met someone. See, most of the camp, growin up knowin me or just knowin I'm "Dutches Favorite" meant that most of em weren't happy with me. Miss Sadie Adler though... Man, that woman was tough as nails and wilder than a damn rabid coyote. And she didn't have one problem with me. I respected her, brought her and the other ladies things when I'd come back from huntin, help her settle in, and when I took her into Rhodes, she bought pants and wanted to cause a shoot out so damn bad... I think I honestly fell in love her right then and there. Could been the motion sickness from how she drove that wagon though, who knows?
She'd come along with me huntin sometimes, ride out with me to find horses for the group or ourselves, sometimes we'd run into some O'Driscolls or Lemoyne Raiders and kill'em as we went. She's a spitfire she is, she told me in that life and this one with a rifle to my throat that I should either propose or begone. So... Durin the whole Saint Denis bullshit, I did.
She'd sneak in through my window to scare me, we'd sit by the water as the sun rose or set, just... Enjoyin the company. I didn't really have a romance like that before. I even told her about my first girl an' son. I didn't even tell Mary bout them. Told nobody, actually.
Eh I'm ramblin, and I'm sure when she sees this she'll laugh at me for bein' soft or somethin, but hey. She's sleepin next to me curled up in a chicken blanket, so she's the soft one right now. Can't help lovin Miss Sadie Adler-Morgan.
- A tired Arthur Adler-Morgan
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