Arthur Morgan did not intend to survive when he gave his hat to John Marston and stayed behind to gain his redemption. As he crawled towards his final resting place, he never intended to wake up again.
But he does wake up. Thanks to time travelers F...
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2021
"Leviticus Cornwall the Fourth?" Arthur asked in shock once he'd managed to painfully swallow his whiskey.
"Uh huh. But you can call me Levi for short. I hate the stupid, family name my parents saddled me with." Levi took a sip from his own glass and leaned back in his chair. "So what brings you and the lady to Blackwater, Mr. Morgan?"
Arthur shrugged. "Cows. The lady and her brother own a ranch in Big Valley, and they're looking to sign a contract with one of the grocery store chains in the state to sell their grass fed beef."
Levi paused. A steely glint flitted across his eyes for a second, and suddenly Arthur felt very uncomfortable. "Money troubles?" Levi pressed, swishing the ice in his drink so it clinked menacingly against the glass.
"I ain't sure." Arthur's eyes narrowed.
"No need to get huffy with me, man," Levi chuckled. "There's no harm in asking. I guess you probably have questions for me as well. So I'll go ahead and answer them. Yes, the President of the United States, Dillard Cornwall, is my uncle. I haven't spoken to him in years, though. He and my father weren't exactly close. They fought over my grandfather's inheritance fiercely, but in the end, Dillard got the oil company and the shipping company, and my father got the real estate business. It became mine after he passed away last year."
Arthur nodded. "Huh." He had absolutely no interest in Levi's life story, but something told him if he kept the young man happy, he'd have a bit better time of it.
"Yeah," Levi answered. "Nowadays I'm all over the country, building golf courses and hotels and the like. I've actually been wanting to open a ski resort in Big Valley for some time, what with the Grizzlies being a stone's throw away and all."
"I ain't aware of any property in that area for sale, Mr. Cornwall," Arthur said quickly. He could see what the young man was getting at, and he wasn't sure he liked it.
Levi shrugged. "Oh well. Just figured I'd ask. By the way, here comes the lady. You don't mind if I buy her a drink, do you? If she won't settle for you, maybe she'll settle for me. You're a smelly, grizzled plow boy. And me? Well, I'm filthy, filthy rich."
Arthur's eyes narrowed. He glared at Levi with a stare that could curdle milk. "Don't even think about it." The words from his mouth were almost feral. In fact, only a light touch on the arm from Tori, who had come up behind him, could soften his gaze.
"Who's your friend, Arthur?" Tori questioned.
"He ain't nobody, and he ain't a friend," Arthur growled. "Tori, let's go someplace else. I ain't interested in stayin' in here no more." He stood and pushed his bar stool in. "Thanks for the drink, Mr. Cornwall. The lady and I will be goin' now."
They left the bar and made their way back out onto the dark street. "You gonna tell me what the hell that was about?" Tori hissed as they walked.
"You ain't gonna believe who that was," Arthur replied, angrily kicking a rock with his boot. "It was goddamn Leviticus Cornwall the Fourth. Goes by Levi though, apparently."
