Unshaken

-Horseshoe Overlook-

Arthur slowly rolled over on his small bed, he grunted as he sat up rubbing his eyes, it was still dark out. He stood up stretching a small wheeze escaping from his tired lips as he looked around camp, the ambers of the fires the only thing giving him light to see who was awake and who wasn't. Luckily everyone was asleep and he could go about his daily routine. He washed his face the cold water giving him a slight shock as he looked into the small mirror and grumbles
"I'm one ugly bastard..." with one smooth motion he put his hat on and slipped in to his boots. He was going to try his best not to disturb the resting outlaws as he almost tiptoed to the edge of Horseshoe overlook might of been his favourite camp so far. He looked out over the top of the trees the fresh air filling his healthy lungs, as he exhaled deeply out his nose he sat down lighting a cigar, scratching his chin as he puffed out the toxic smoke.
Arthur was spending a lot of his mornings the same quiet way and was usually out before even Hosea was up and was back at sundown when everyone was usually drinking and relatively quiet... It was nice without the worry of Micah and his trigger happy fingers. Arthur was lost in thought as he stared out into the wilderness, stabbing the cigar into the rock next to him leaving a small ashy print. 'We're loosing this game..' he thought 'how long till the world don't need us?' His thoughts was racing 100mph he felt troubled and uneasy. Until he heard footsteps his hand on his holster in case it wasn't someone friendly. He glanced to the side, John walked over and took a seat next to arthur and sat there for a moment or two saying nothing. Arthur glanced at him "shouldn't you be asleep?" He asked raising his eyebrow at the other. John grinned
"I could be asking you the same question" Arthur rolled his eyes "keep ya voice down scar face you'll wake up the whole state" Arthur joked as he put his hat over johns face before putting it back on with a small smile, it soon faded as he looked back out into the trees, it was always calm before the storm "I should get goin you should be gettin back to bed" Arthur grunted and stood up patting Johns back "or John you can start pullin yer weight" he smiled just to annoy him. John huffs in protest "I do pull my bloody weight round here! You're the one sneaking off all day" he kept his voice down so they wouldn't be heard bickering. Arthur glared "said the one who disappeared and left their boy! I ain't standing here and arguing with you like a child Marston." His tone had changed so fast that it had well.. caught John off guard he just sat there before standing up and walking back to his own tent to lay down. Meanwhile Arthur walked off to his horse, muttering and grumbling to himself like an old man. He got up on his horse giving him a gentle kick "lets go boah" he said softly as they trot through the small path in the trees heading into Valentine to get some supplies, his plan was to go early since it was still dark out it gave him some time to get hunting done before getting more medicines and small things for camp and hopefully scope out some new jobs. They was low on cash once again and Arthur felt like he was the only one getting supplies and getting the camp through this rough patch yet, that wasn't anything out of the normal.. was it?

(An: I'm very very rusty with my writing! But I hope you guys enjoy this story I'll be continuing it and updating it when I can leave your opinion in the comments if you like it it's greatly appreciated