Arthur chuckled lightly at that, “Ain’t that well versed, just know a couple things.” Largely thanks to Hosea and partly Dutch. “As for travelin’ overseas, ain’t sure. Last time I did we ended up in Guarma and in the middle of a fight that almost got one of us killed.” Javier had ended up okay but, he wasn’t in any hurry to leave the country again.

Most of Dutch’s plans in the end involved going to Tahiti. Living the life of mango farmers or something. Arthur wasn’t keen to push toward a goal of leaving the country. Would need a lot of money, and while he’d be better off in England or Ireland when it came to the language barrier, he’d stick out like a horse in a hotel.

No, no for now he was content staying here in the land he knew, still getting used to the fact he only had to look out for himself now. No gang to bring game or money back to, or trains to rob or such. Just him. And the medicine seller.