Arthur would be grateful for that. With his death, he'd resolved to keep up what Sister Calderone had told him, and to avoid the law he had to keep under the radar as well.

Fortunately it seemed in this area of the world the only problems he'd had were with Murfrees, and even then hardly because they seemed just as terrified as anyone when a big fucking bear came charging at them.

As the medicine seller settled against him, Arthur started to wash him up, doing his best to take his time, running the newly lathered cloth over the man's shoulders and then chest.

"Just how old are you anyway? You talk as though you've lived for centuries."