Arthur closed the door behind them, setting his ingredients on the table and swinging the pot off the fire with a rag to keep from burning his hand.
"Make yourself at home, guess I'll do the cookin' this time." he said.
The cabin was small but enough for one though the table had two chairs. Mounted on the wall above the fireplace was a massive pike, and there were a couple other animal heads mounted as well including a wolf and a boar, both absolutely huge and obviously prized hunts. The place also had a lingering smell of another male though it was much older both in who it'd belonged to and when it was last here.
Arthur began to chop up the vegetables, couple mushrooms, garlic, and some venison, putting them into the pot for a stew, along with a bunch of other ingredients and spices.
"No doubt you're wonderin' how I'm alive." he said as he worked. "We went robbin' a train full of army payload, things went well, all things considered, until my brother, John, was shot off it. Thought he was dead, couldn't go back for him. Returned to camp only to find his wife had been taken by Pinkertons to try and lure him or anyone else of the gang out to Van Horn."
No need to bother hiding just what sort of person he was, or had been anyway.
"Me and another went after her as our fearless leader refused to. Killed a bunch of them lawmen, including one of their bosses who'd been a thorn in our side since before you and I met. Called folk like us savages" he snorted. "Anyway, got her outta there, then sent her and her boy to wait while I went to go get the rest of the money for them. Turned out, we'd been ratted out by one of our own, had been at least once, maybe even further back...Back to Blackwater..." he sighed, pausing a moment before continuing. "I went after him, John returned and we was chased by more Pinkertons up into them hills. Lost Edelweiss that night. Poor girl, carried me 'til the end she did."
Arthur stopped again, prepping more of the stew, stirring it and giving it a taste before adding more what he needed to.
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"Make yourself at home, guess I'll do the cookin' this time." he said.
The cabin was small but enough for one though the table had two chairs. Mounted on the wall above the fireplace was a massive pike, and there were a couple other animal heads mounted as well including a wolf and a boar, both absolutely huge and obviously prized hunts. The place also had a lingering smell of another male though it was much older both in who it'd belonged to and when it was last here.
Arthur began to chop up the vegetables, couple mushrooms, garlic, and some venison, putting them into the pot for a stew, along with a bunch of other ingredients and spices.
"No doubt you're wonderin' how I'm alive." he said as he worked. "We went robbin' a train full of army payload, things went well, all things considered, until my brother, John, was shot off it. Thought he was dead, couldn't go back for him. Returned to camp only to find his wife had been taken by Pinkertons to try and lure him or anyone else of the gang out to Van Horn."
No need to bother hiding just what sort of person he was, or had been anyway.
"Me and another went after her as our fearless leader refused to. Killed a bunch of them lawmen, including one of their bosses who'd been a thorn in our side since before you and I met. Called folk like us savages" he snorted. "Anyway, got her outta there, then sent her and her boy to wait while I went to go get the rest of the money for them. Turned out, we'd been ratted out by one of our own, had been at least once, maybe even further back...Back to Blackwater..." he sighed, pausing a moment before continuing. "I went after him, John returned and we was chased by more Pinkertons up into them hills. Lost Edelweiss that night. Poor girl, carried me 'til the end she did."
Arthur stopped again, prepping more of the stew, stirring it and giving it a taste before adding more what he needed to.