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[outtathedamnway]

Hey there, Mister! Open post for PSLs/whatever.

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[the_widow]

[ Which is why Sadie, intelligent woman that she was, wouldn't force such opinions on him. Arthur could let insults roll like water off a duck's back, but give him one once of kindness, and he'd drop it like a two dollar pistol. Most of the others would take praise, hell most of them took their own praise, but not Arthur. Never him, she knew he thought of himself as nothing more than the brute enforcer who was strong enough to look after the rest, so it was his job. He never let himself think that maybe his looking out for others had way more to do with the size of his heart than his shoulders.

It was, at times, infuriating. It also meant you'd only ever get the straight truth out of him, without embellishment. She liked that, it was good to know where you stood and get a good read on things sometimes. ]

If I do you have my permission to shoot me.

[ Her wry smile slipped only long enough for her to set a cigarette between her lips and light it. ]

Escape is something we all need now and then. Even you.

[ She gestured at him with two fingers while holding the smoke. ]There's more to life than just doing jobs and hunting for the gang you know.

[outtathedamnway]

For that offense, I'd definitely shoot without hesitation. Put us both out of our misery.

[Arthur said in that gruffly wry sort of way he has himself. He appreciated that people liked to liven things up at camp, but there were some entertainments that were definitely... more worth it than others.]

You're gonna have to remind me what else there is, as I can't say I've thought of much else for a good while.

[Times had been tough, to say the least, and Arthur had been doing all he could to make sure they didn't get any worse. He felt himself responsible, in many ways, to see to it that everyone was looked after. Protected, for one, but also there were a lot of other things beyond that. There were all those nagging little things that needed doing around camp, smaller chores, but then there was hunting to see to, getting supplies, and obtaining money, in any and every way that entails... Then there was always one more situation where he'd go and get more blood on his hands because... well, someone had to do it. He was the man for such jobs. It's just what he did and always would do.]