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Arthur probably should’ve known better than to spend too much time in the city. He should’ve died on that hill, but he didn’t. He’d made it a point to keep the world thinking he had though, hiding himself off to recover and avoiding towns where he’d be recognized as much as possible. He supposed it had been working, seeing as he hadn’t been arrested and swung yet.
It had been a while, a couple years or so by now? He wasn’t too sure anymore, all he knew was he’d gone to get supplies in Saint Denis figuring it was safe enough to spend a little extra time than he normally did and relax a bit not having to be ever on the lookout for people who may recognize him. He was forgotten enough by the world it seemed, and he foolishly doubted anybody from his past would be hanging around.
He’d just finished packing some provisions in his saddlebags when he looked up and noticed an all too familiar face. He should’ve known better than to let his guard down and spend too much time here. Perhaps she hadn’t noticed him and he could sneak away like the ghost he was supposed to be. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk to her, hell he thought about everyone far too often, he just wasn’t sure coming back from the dead was a good idea nor what he’d say after all this time away.
“C’mon boy, time to go.” He gave a light tug on Buell’s reins to get him to follow in hopes he could sneak out of there unnoticed.