John Marston
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“Cmon little lady, you can’t stay out ‘ere in the freezin cold.”
Arthur beckoned you from your horse, placing his hands on your waist as he assisted you off of it, gently placing you down on the ground in front of him.
“Thatta girl.”
Whilst trailing around the inches of snow with your horse in the depths of no where, you soon come to realise that you have found yourself lost. You sat there idly on your horse, taking a small glance around to see if you recognise *anything* , but being from out of town — you don’t.
Arthur was stood around the camp, kicking some snow out of the way to make a small path whilst everyone slept through the night. But the sound of a horse and a frustrated groan caught his attention. And that’s what lead him to you.
He passed you the reigns to your horse, making sure you had a hold of them as he began to walk off — you following behind him.
“From out of town, ain’t ya?”
He asked gruffly, looking at you from over his shoulder.
ʚɞ Damn O'Driscolls...
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