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

Losses and new beginnings

After leaving everything they own and have built behind, Arthur and the gang were making their way away from Blackwater, with nothing but the raggedy clothes they were wearing.
The atmosphere was almost as gloomy and sad as the weather was. It was nearly dawn, and they've been riding for really long time.
All they can see in front of them for miles was untouched white snow, and for good reason, they were on their way to an old abandoned mining town named Colter.

"Y'all okay back there?" Arthur asked, leading the formation with Dutch.
"Yeah, we're alright. We gotta stop somewhere soon, though. It's getting too cold." Replied Hosea.
"Yeah, yeah. We're almost there." Arthur replied.
"Has anyone seen Micah or Sean?" Dutch asked. "No, they ain't here. They probably got stuck in town along with John." Hosea replied.

"Right.. John. Where was he?" Arthur thought to himself. "He's gonna be alright.. It always turns up for that boy." He exclaims.

After a couple of hours, they finally reach their destination. People were getting settled in, some of them burying their fallen friends and paying their respects. Ms. Grimshaw starts passing orders and quickly prepared a bed for Arthur to rest his tired bones.

Micah had finally showed up.
"Why does he get his own bed and I have to share a room with the... colored folk?" Said Micah in disgust, eyeing Charles and Lenny.
"That boy deserves all the rest he can get, Mr. Bell. God knows if it weren't for him we would have been digging a lot more graves!" Replied Susan.
"You got a problem with that, Micah? Where the hell were you when I was busting my ass, anyway?" Replied Arthur, narrowing his eyes in suspicion at him.
Micah spat on the floor and mumbled something along the lines of "go fuck yourself" and walked away.

Arthur thanked Ms. Grimshaw and was on his way to finally get some rest, when he was interrupted by a crying Abigail.
"Mr. Morgan, won't you go look for John? He should've been back by now. I am worried sick."
"I will, Abigail, don't worry-"
"Please, Mr. Morgan, I am begging you, go find the poor boy's father. He's more useful to him alive than dead."
"Fine, Abigail. I'll go.. Jesus.." Arthur reassured her, putting his hat back on.
"Wait up, amigo, I'm coming with you." Said Javier.
Arthur nodded, and him and Javier rode away together.

Javier led the search, since he was the better tracker, until he saw a distressed black horse from a distance.
"Hey, isn't that Old Boy?" He exclaimed.
"Oh, yeah.. he looks frightened." Replied Arthur in worry. "Come, here boy" Arthur calls out to the neighing horse.
He gave him a little pat and tied him to his horse.

He then took out his gun and started firing in the air, in hopes to get a holler back.
And his hopes soon became reality.
"Hey! I'm right here!" Said a familiar raspy voice.
"Arthur, it's John!"
They ride until they get to the source of the sound, and just as they suspected, John was lying down on a hill, face covered in blood, holding a gun that looks well emptied.

"Jesus Christ, Marston... always a damsel in distress, huh?" Said Arthur, placing his gun back in the belt to climb down the hill.
"I'm coming down." He announces to John.

"I got you" he says as carries John, bridal style, back to his horse.
"Arthur... thank you" says John, as he passes out in Arthur's arms.
Arthur sighs in relief and carefully places John on the back of the horse.

"Let's go home."