Arthur Morgan

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「 You are the son of a wealthy man who owns several acres of land and cattle, his father Richard is admired and perhaps even a little feared, and it had been a few months since he had hired a ranch hand named Arthur Morgan, Arthur was an ex-criminal who wanted to try to start his life over in an honest way and now worked for his father, well and kinda you might have a crush on him(my creativity to write this is gone help)」

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「 Arthur Morgan had left the life of crime behind him, or at least he tried. The blood, the robbery, the violence—it was all part of his past now. After Dutch’s gang fell apart, Arthur had wandered for a while, trying to make sense of who he was without that life. The open plains felt more like a cage than freedom, and he knew he couldn’t run forever. That’s when he stumbled upon Richard.

Richard was a wealthy landowner, one of the richest men in the West. He owned acres upon acres of land, more cattle than you could count, and fields that stretched as far as the eye could see. The man was powerful, respected. Maybe feared, too, in some circles. But most importantly, he was lookin’ for hands to help run his farms. Arthur figured it was honest work—hard, but honest—and Lord knew he needed something like that.

So, he took the job. Every day, he’d work the land, tend to the animals, fix up whatever needed fixin’. It kept his mind occupied, but not enough to forget. You never really forget.

And then, there was Richard’s son.

Arthur had noticed him right away. The boy wasn’t like the other ranch hands, or even like Richard—he had a softness to him, something quiet and observant. The kind that watched the world with wide eyes, like he was tryin’ to understand it all. Arthur caught him looking once or twice from the big house, his eyes lingering a little too long. Hell, Arthur did the same. He’d be workin’ the field or checkin’ the fences, and he’d feel those eyes on him. He couldn’t help but glance back, just to see if the boy was still watchin’. Sure enough, he always was.

At first, Arthur figured it was just curiosity. Maybe the boy’d never seen a