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The going was not so tedious with Arthur's help; the hardest part turned out to be lugging the water up from the lake and heating it. Soon the cabin was filled with the scent of fragrant laundry soap and steam from the hot water.

When it came time to dry, the Medicine Seller had a good length of rope in his pack, and strung it across the cabin and once they had wrung out the garments, they were hung up; the very dampest nearer to the hearth.

When the work was done, the Medicine Seller settled next to Arthur, a little damp and pink in the cheeks from the long, continuous work.

"Whenever we visit town or traders, we ought to get you some extra clothes. Not that I have any complaints about you going without in the warmer months, but some layers will not go amiss through the winter."

It was hard work, but they got it done before lunch and ended up starting to reheat what was left of their breakfast soup for a meal. He'd cook them something tonight but best eat what they'd already made.

"I ain't got more than twenty bucks." he said simply. Everything he'd earned while with Hamish had been towards getting what he had and a few rounds of ammo for his revolver. The rest he'd scrounged up around the place and sold what few valuables of Hamish's he knew he could part with to a Fence. His clothes didn't fit him so he'd also sold those, though the buttons were likely the most valuable thing on them and didn't amount to much to his pot in the end.

By all accounts, he was still a wanted man, going into Van Horn or Annesburg just for basic supplies would be foolish, let alone getting new clothes.

"Could go after them legendary animals again, for the trapper, he'd make me some warm clothing in exchange." But he'd given the map to John, and could only vaguely remember where some of the animals were, apart from their moose friend.

"Even pelts from animals that are not legendary would be good," he suggested. "Their winter coats have grown in by now."

He set the pumpkin seeds near the fire to warm while their soup heated up. It was an odd thing to be sitting down, making plans for a future. Just the other day he only had vague notions of traveling in a circuit before finally making his way to the east coast.

"If going into town is troublesome for you, I have money and goods to trade yet. I can take your measurements and pick up some warm things."

He smiled a little to himself, absentmindedly picturing Arthur in something supple, lined with warm fleece and perhaps just a touch too big that the Medicine Seller might slip in as well.

"And if we are staying here for the long term, perhaps collect some materials to build an apiary or two that we might have our own source of honey and wax."

Arthur agreed, ordinary animals would pull in a bit of money but fifty plus dollars for a rare pelt meant he could get some non-winter clothes too.

It was indeed a little strange to be planning for the future when before Dutch was the future planner, while he just worked day to day and trusted the money he brought in would get them wherever they were headed.

He agreed again, he could go in and get clothes for him, though he hoped the clerk wouldn't pull the same trick as the one at the hotel did and rack up the price under the assumption the medicine seller couldn't read English.

"Honey and wax?" he chuckled, "You thinkin' of raising bees?" he asked incredulously.

But that did beg the question of how long would he be staying here. In the gang, the longest he'd spent in one place was about four months. Abigail was at the end of her pregnancy and then she had Jack and they couldn't leave until she'd recuperated, Jack wasn't so vulnerable, and they'd scouted a place ahead instead of just wandering.

"Ain't sure yet, see what the spring brings." he decided. There was still a lot of winter to go.

"I am serious," he remarked, though the playful lilt to his tone suggested he wasn't deathly so.

"I prefer using beeswax to tallow whenever I can. And I suspect a handsome bear may crave the occasional honey comb."

Ladling the soup into their bowls, he passed Arthur his lunch and made himself comfortable at his lover's side. Whether they stayed or moved on, settled or wandered, he'd be content any which way. But he would hardly object to living somewhere as beautiful as the very place he found Arthur again. The jagged hills and valleys must be truly stunning in the spring and summer.

The idea of fresh honey and honeycomb was very tempting to pursue.

"Maybe, we'll see" he resolved, turning to his soup, hungry after all the morning's work.

"Staying here is advantageous, being away from civilization, good hunting and foraging. Just ain't used to puttin' down any roots. Makin' a place more than just a hideout until somethin' better comes along. Reckon you're the same?" he asked.

"It is the same, yes. I do not recall ever being in one place more than a few months in well over eight hundred years now."

Not since he was still a teenager, really. And that was a very, very long time ago.

"If we decide to settle, I imagine it will take some... adjustment. And I imagine we would both be more comfortable somewhere less developed, even without accounting for our rather unusual circumstances."

"Would have to settle farther west to really get away from folk." he pointed out "And then we'd have to find a place or buy one." He shook his head with a sigh, "No, for the time being, unless somethin' happens where we're forced out, this is about as good as it gets I think. Spent too many years tryin' to earn enough money to buy and settle in a place, no desire to fall down that rabbit hole again."

Arthur did agree though, staying in one spot was going to take some adjusting. But they'd be certainly kept busy keeping up the place, hunting, fishing...also with each other if last night was indication.

"We'll wait until the weather clears a bit more and then take a ride to Annesburg. Can drop you off, go huntin' and then pick you up later" he suggested. Buell needed the exercise and best get some more clothing before the next big storm.

"I would not wish to lead you down it," he agreed.

Buying a home, owning property, it sounded far too extravagant for his tastes. If they were to settle, an arrangement like this was far preferable; somewhere away from prying eyes with all they could need surrounding them.

Nibbling on some pumpkin seeds between spoonfuls of soup, the Medicine Seller gave a small nod of affirmation at Arthur's suggestion.

"That sounds more than agreeable. I am sure Buell will enjoy the trip as well."

He made a mental note to get the horse some treats as he finished his lunch, and stretched languidly. For all that he trekked over hill and dale and moor with that box strapped to his back, it was chores like laundry that always left his muscles sore.

Arthur agreed, poor old buy hadn't had much riding since he'd taken over from Hamish. The poor weather and him trying to figure out his body mostly to blame but he missed riding and both would do some good for it.

Soup finished, he also nibbled on some of the seeds before helping himself to a bit more of the hot broth, figuring they might as well finish it.

As the medicine seller stretched, he watched him, the arch of his back and the pale creamy skin revealed. He set his bowl aside and gathered him up into his arms, pressing a kiss against his shoulder. "Think I figured a name for yea, don't uhh, don't have to agree to it if you don't like it though."

The Medicine Seller certainly liked that, sitting himself comfortably on Arthur's thigh, one arm curling around his lover to steady himself as he leaned into the warmth.

"Oh? I am listening."

Which was rather a given, considering those ears of his. But he liked, in particular, listening to Arthur, and somehow the prospect of having a name from this man had his heart drumming.

The closeness of him and how he so easily settled against him wasn't lost on Arthur, and he was so happy the man enjoyed being so close to him.

"Okay, I think the name Todd would suit you. Maybe. Means 'fox' in Scottish. Two D's or one, up to you. I mean, Arthur means 'bear' by the uhh Celts? Yea, so uhh, was sorta along the same lines, though I don't know the Celtic name for fox, went with Scot instead..." he trailed off. Now that he'd said it out loud, he thought maybe he should take it back and think of something better than what seemed like the obvious.

His expression was hard to discern besides the small curl of his lips into a smile.

"Todd," he echoed softly, trying it out. Simple and easy to pronounce for him and something meaningful to Arthur.

"I like it, very much," he hummed, reaching to stroke Arthur's cheek. "And you will call me that...?"

He smiled a little at the acceptance of the name and leaned into the touch, kissing his palm.

"Yea, yea I will if you want it."

He paused then added, "Had another, bit more of a mouthful but uhh 'Caduceus' was my second choice I thought of. Its the staff the Greek god Hermes carries and is the symbol in medicine here, sort of. But is uhh, heh, he's also the patron of thieves and outlaws, I think."

Arthur shrugged, caressing the man's waist as he held him. "Think'em both over, don't need to decide right now."

"Perhaps I like both. A fox of medicine is very apt," he teased, "especially for one who has taken quite a liking to a thief and outlaw."

He lay his head on Arthur's shoulder, tracing the contours of his lips as he relaxed into the soothing touches while their laundry dried around them.

"But I will give them both due consideration, before making any judgment."

Arthur nodded, kissing his temple. "I'll think of some more in the meantime in case you don't like neither" he assured him.

The following morning, waking up in clean blankets and curled around one another, they found the weather had cleared and so resolved to make the trip into town. Buell was excited to leave his little paddock and carried the pair down the road happily and surefooted as ever. Arthur remarked that come spring he'd have to make Buell's place a bit bigger, and maybe they'd get a horse for the medicine seller so that they weren't riding together whenever they went out. Not that he disliked it, the feel of him pressed up to his back, warm and secure, was nice, but passersby gave them funny looks and he'd rather avoid attention.

Annesburg was pretty quiet this time of year, less traffic in the port meant the only work was in the mines. He dropped the medicine seller off to get clothes and any other supplies they'd need before riding back into the woods and hunting for their dinner. That afternoon he returned with two turkeys and they headed back to their warm cabin at O'Creagh's Run.

The weeks slipped by and another big snow storm blew through the area, leaving the pair snowed in, but hardly at a loss of what to do with one another. They prepared meat, organized anything he'd found while foraging and hunting, and had turned the old cabin into more of a home for themselves.

Oh and of course took time with one another. Arthur was quite sure he'd never had as much sex in his life as he had with the medicine seller in the short time they'd been together. Not that it was a problem and he was grateful for the bear in him able to keep up with the fox.

The tripe to Annesburg had yielded a good deal of supplies - the Medicine Seller traded his tinctures and tonics, potions and poultices, and other ointments for tools, food, clothing, and materials they'd need in the coming months. When he and Arthur rendezvous'd, he'd greeted him with a warm coat and a sturdy pair of boots. There were a few shirts, a pair of trousers and suspenders, leather gloves, and a rather handsome belt buckle, but those could wait until they returned home.

The days passed easily in one another's company; there was always work to do around the place; when Arthur hunted, the Medicine Seller saw to patching up any drafty cracks with clay and straw and any other repairs. When the Medicine Seller was down by the lake fishing, Arthur would see to Buell and chopping wood for the fire. It wasn't long until the cabin was filled with both their touches; pelts and drying herbs, meat and fish to be salted and preserved, and the cabin growing more and more into something like a home.

Normally the Medicine Seller would pass these chilly months with only an uptick in libido, but he was having trouble not taking every opportunity to have his wicked way with Arthur on every vaguely flat surface.

When they were snowed in, he was particularly insatiable when he wasn't crafting aromatics or medicine to trade when the weather cleared.

Apart from the gang, he'd never holed up with someone before since he was a teenager. It was a strange experience, far from dull of course, and when they weren't busy fixing the place, the medicine seller wanted him intimately and often.

A dinner of pork thanks to a boar hunt the other day turned quickly into kisses and touches and then Arthur plopped his horny fox on the bed, clothes quickly getting discarded.

Rough fingerpads brushed over the other's nipples as he kissed him, trailing down to his belly and swiping his tongue over his pink cock.

"Mmm, want to try bottom this time?" he asked, looking up at him. They'd brought it up before but had yet to act on it.

Arms circling Arthur's shoulders, the Medicine Seller arched helplessly into the touch as snow swirled outside the cabin. He took a moment for the offer to register, though the moment it did, a small, playful smile crossed his lips and he settled back into the pillow, pulling Arthur close.

"I think that I might be amenable," he teased, stealing a kiss.

Arthur grinned, shared another deep kiss with the other man before helping him out of the rest of his clothes, as well as his own before retrieving some oil. He set the tin aside and knelt down beside the bed, pulling the man to the edge. The chill of the evening caressed his back but his blood was already running hot with the night's activities and wasn't bothered by it.

He pressed a kiss against the base of his cock, hands cupping him behind the knees to nudge them up and reveal his hole. Moving further down, he swiped his tongue against the puckered rim, breath hot against his pale skin.

The Medicine Seller watched Arthur with interest, his legs parting to give the man easier access to his most intimate parts. He was already hard just from Arthur's attention to his chest, and even the chilly air couldn't get his erection to retract.

Hooking one leg around Arthur's waist, he threaded long fingers through his hair, stroking him encouragingly.

"Yes," he whispered so soft it was almost swallowed up by the storm outside. "That feels wonderful."

Arthur picked up the little whisper of approval and continued to play, tongue probing his tight hole and then dragging up his taint to his balls. He took one into his mouth, hot around the orb, groaning and sucking on it before letting go and giving the other the same attention.

He settled more comfortably close to the bed, his knees on the threadbare rug but he didn't feel it, all attention on his partner, ears trained to hear him, hands holding his legs firmly apart to keep him from clenching his thighs around his head.

The Medicine Seller gasped from the attention to his balls, hips giving a pleasured stutter as his hand sunk deep into Arthur's hair.

He could feel the tickle of Arthur's facial hair against his sensitive skin, and he rubbed the inside of his thighs against his lover's cheeks as his hips rolled and shook, trying to get the perfect angle.

"Arthur," he purred imploringly, "You are teasing."

The other's fingers in his hair and his words urged Arthur on, giving his cock another swipe with his tongue before dropping back down to his hole, this time probing with a finger as well as his tongue to begin opening him up.

He pressed his tongue deep, withdrew and replaced it with his index finger, wriggling to the knuckle and twisting about as he kissed the base of his length.

His hips gave an involuntary jolt at Arthur's lips on the base of his cock, a shiver of pleasure running through him as his lover began to open him up. His hands moved from Arthur's hair to his shoulders, gently kneading at the muscle and sinew to spur him onward.

"Just like that," he urged, clenching around Arthur's finger as though to hold it there inside him. "I love the way you touch me."

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