Arthur leaned into the gentle caress, kissing the other's knuckles then going back to massaging soap deep into his scalp and then through his hair down to the ends.

"Little afterwards. Was fourteen when I tried to steal from Dutch and Hosea, they decided they liked this scrappy brat and took me under their wings into a life of crime." he smiled at the long ago memories.

"They taught me a lot. How to read and write, ride, shoot, almost everythin' I learned I learned from them. It was good in the beginning. We fancied ourselves the American Robin Hoods, robbin' from rich folk, using just enough to keep clothes on our backs and food in our bellies, then the rest we gave to those on the street."