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─── ｡ﾟ☆: five ,hello sir :☆ﾟ. ───
*:･ﾟ✧ 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 *:･ﾟ✧
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We got off the mountain and road east into some pretty enough country called the Heartlands. Ain't been this far in many a year.
Dutch seems a little better.
His eyes are sparkling once more and he's back to keeping a watchful eye on Angelica. . .
That woman, she'll be the death of me.
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A brief sigh slipped past Arthur Morgan's lips as he snapped his old journal shut. His blue eyes scanned over the worn leather of the book.
For two long weeks, days and nights have been spent hunting, preparing, and scouting. Arthur hardly got a night where he slept completely — most were spent either fully awake, or half-asleep as he listened for a certain woman's voice. He hated the fact that his every thought was about her.
He needed to get out and away from camp for a while.
"Arthur," An all too familiar voice called, which instantly made Arthur stand to his feet and snatch up his gamblers hat that was placed on the wooden table beside his cot. His light eyes took in the sight of Hosea Matthew, who was holding a freshly brewed cup of coffee in his hands.
