The Last Love Of Arthur Morgan

Blood Feuds

This life keeps reminding me of why I shouldn't be apart of it. Why Lorna should be off in California raising our kid - without me. Ain't nothing good comes from knowing me or being in my life. One way or another, you'll end up dead.

Dutch's latest plan got poor little Jack kidnapped. Then had the nerve to accuse Hosea and me, saying if we weren't out doing our thing, we would've been there to save Jack. Maybe so, but we would've stopped Dutch long before he said or did whatever it was to Catherine Braithwaite to anger her.

I won't stop until we find him. The kid is like my own - I raised him for the first year of his life, until John came back. I remember Abigail saying how she wished I was his real Pa, and in some ways I wish I were - at least I wouldn't of run off the way John did. Probably would've made up for my mistakes with Isaac a lot sooner.

Anyway, we're paying Catherine Braithwaite a visit this evening, we'll take Jack back and kill the bitch for what she'd done. That's the plan, now here's hoping it actually goes as planned.

Lorna wrapped an arm around Arthur's neck and leaned in, pressing a gentle, yet, lingering kiss on the side of his face.

"You alright?" He questioned.

She nodded and slid both arms around him."I am, I'm just worried about Jack."

He turned around in the chair and pulled Lorna in front of him, resting his hands on her hips. She ran her fingers through his hair that sat at the nape of his neck; he closed his eyes to savor the feel of her touching him, much like he always did.

"I uh, I want you to start packin' and when we come back with Jack, we're leavin."

Her brow furrowed."Are you sure?"

"Yes... I'm done, Lorna."

She found her way onto his lap and found his lips shortly after, his hand subconsciously rubbed circles on the small of her back. When Arthur pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers.

"We'll make a good life for ourselves."

He smiled."I'm sure of it."

He wasn't, but he couldn't tell her that. The other day she cried over not being able to lace up her shoes properly, he didnt need her crying over this nonsense. His nonsense. Though, for all he knew, she did cry over him and this life. She was tough like Abigail, so she wouldnt let on when something was the matter, unless she was really bothered by it. And if it drove her to tears, well, it must've been festering for a while.

As he changed his shirt, his heart was thudding against his chest, his stomach fluttering. Was he really nervous? After twenty-two years? He chuckled to himself, amused that a little time away from the gang made him as nervous as a virgin.

He grabbed his gun belt and wrapped it around his hips. Shoved his Volcanic pistol inside and his revolver. Grab your best shot and carry light, was his motto, taught to him by Hosea. He grabbed his hat off the dresser and put it back on. Some people had a security blanket, he had his hat.

He turned to Lorna and shrugged his shoulders."You uh, you use my gun if anybody comes through here."

She nodded and leaned up to kiss him."I'm smarter than you think-"

"I know that. Just worried 'bout you - the kid." He placed his hand on the side of her belly."She asleep now?"

Lorna nodded."Yes, finally."

He chuckled and pecked her lips again."Get some sleep, be back before ya know it."

"I won't be able to sleep without you." She folded her arms."I'll just wait up for you and if I fall asleep, I fall asleep."