The Last Love Of Arthur Morgan

Spring 1898

Winter was hell for the gang. They were on rations for a few months, until they were able to hunt again. The weather was too unsafe for even the most skilled hunter. Come the first spring thaw though, Charles was the first one out hunting for the group. Arthur was a little slower to follow.

His relationship with Lorna had flourished right through the uncomfortable months, and they were now dubbed the married couple. Though that was furthest from the truth.

John was healing quite nicely, though a scar was inevitable. He seemed perfectly fine with it, however, his relationship with Abigail was not fine. They were sleeping in separate cabins now, hardly ever seeing each other. He still refused to believe Jack was his.

It saddened Arthur. It really did. But he guessed these things took time, especially with the way John's been feeling all these years.

They had plans of leaving in a few days, so they were packing up camp, and slowly loading the wagons. Arthur couldnt wait to leave, he was ready the moment they came up here.

Dutch said they'd go to Valentine for the time being, Rhodes was far too close to the mess in Blackwater. They had to take it one step at a time, very slow and cautious. If they went too fast, they'd surely be run out of the country next.

As Arthur dressed for the morning, Lorna laid in bed, delaying her morning chores. They both knew Mrs. Grimshaw would have something to say, but after their early morning wake up call, both were exhausted.

"Best get up. Grimshaw aint gonna take kindly to you bein' lazy."

Lorna groaned and slowly sat up."Next time dont wake me up like that, I was sleeping peacefully."

He smirked, shaking his head. Lorna knew all too well that Arthur didnt have much of a sex drive, so when he was ready it was now or wait a few days and try again.

"Well sorry." He mocked."Wont be doin' that again, Miss Goode."

She rolled her eyes and stood up, but gripped the bed post, suddenly feeling a little light headed. Arthur put his hand on her shoulder.

"I was just kiddin'."

She waved her hand and stood up straight."No, I know. Just got a little dizzy there. Think I stood up too fast."

"Take it easy there girl, ain't no rush."

"But you were the one that said Mrs. Grimshaw wouldnt like it if I stayed in bed!" She argued.

He chuckled and kissed her temple."You're somethin' else."

She playfully pushed his arm."Go away, let me get dressed."

He smirked."Why cant I stay? You watched me get dressed."

"Because it isnt proper for a lady to undress in front of a man." Using the most proper accent she could muster, she pretended to be offended by his words.

"That wasn't what you was sayin' last night." He tapped her chin.

Lorna blushed and grabbed his hand."Arthur Morgan!"

He laughed as he walked to the bedroom door. Lorna walked over to the chest and pulled out her green flannel shirt and her black skirt. Since it was spring, she had the urge to feel pretty. Not that it mattered much around camp.

She pulled her growing hair back into a messy braid and belted her shirt around her skirt. She pulled on long Johns, a pair of clean socks and finally her boots. She was grateful not to need as many layers anymore.

She walked out of the bedroom and was immediately approached by Mrs. Grimshaw, Lorna braced herself for impact.

"Arthur says you ain't feelin' too well?" She placed a hand on her shoulder.