Legends of The Wild, Wild West (Arthur Morgan x John Marston)

John

"John!" Yelled Abigail as she opened the flap of John's tent, entering along with all that bright glorious sun of the afternoon.
"God damn it, woman. Is that a way to wake anybody up?!" John frowned as he tried to shelter his sleepy face from the light with his hand.
"About damn time you woke up! The boy needs you. Time to be useful for once." Said Abigail, standing over his bedroll with her hands on her hips. "And for the love of God, put on a damn shirt" she said as she threw his old beige button down on his face.
"Fine, I'm coming.." he replied in defeat from under the shirt. "Mhmm" she muttered as she was leaving, "Mr. Pearson made some stew. Go grab some, you're starting to look like a skeleton."
"I said I'm coming." he got up and started dressing himself.

He hated the way Abigail seemed to have a knack for finding the meanest things to say to him, for absolutely no reason. And it's not like he was out playing poker all night. He was out scouting for the gang until dawn. He needed that sleep.

John got out of the tent to see the whole gang outside, going about their day... Bill cleaning the horses, Javier jamming on his guitar.. the women eating and conversing. 

"John! Come here boy" Dutch called out to him.
John walked over to where he was sitting with Hosea.

"...It's not looking too good, Dutch. I've been hearing talk about Pinkertons in town, and they sure as hell ain't pleased with what we've been up to." Said Hosea in concern.
Dutch chuckled, "Hosea, Hosea.. always so cynical. Relax, will ya? Look at all we've built here. I really feel like this might be it for us. We got money. We got power, too, I mean I ain't seen an O'Driscoll in a long time. I say we'll be fine, my friend."

John couldn't help but agree with Hosea, but he kept it to himself and just continued eating this almost-edible camp stew.
"Where's Arthur?" John asked the two men.
Dutch sighed, "I think he's running some errand. And by errand, I meant he's probably piss drunk somewhere."
Hosea laughed, "you know that boy too well, Dutch."
With Hosea's paranoia in mind, John decided, "I still think I should go look for him. Just to make sure his dumbass didn't get into too much trouble."
"Sure, 'think that would be wise, son. Go." Dutch approved.
John quickly got up, putting his half full stew dish aside, and went to get Old Boy.
Abigail shook her head in disappointment, watching him get on the horse from a distance.
John gave Old Boy a gentle pat, and rode on his way back to Blackwater. He figured Arthur must be passed out in one of the moonshine saloons there.