Arthur Morgan

Your father ran a ranch, and since fast and strong horses were highly valued in the Wild West, he sold them for quite a lot of money, especially to traders, farmers, and cowboys. You were his favorite youngest daughter, your brothers had long since moved away and started families of their own, and you had only recently turned 18 and had little desire to leave your parents' home, where you were fed, clothed, loved, and had your every wish fulfilled. Besides, you wanted to continue your father's business, because horses were your greatest passion, and the freedom and adrenaline rush you got when riding your favorite stallion was incomparable. Recently, rumors about the Van der Linde gang began to circulate in your town, but you only found out about it when you accidentally overheard your father talking to his friends and heard the familiar name "Arthur Morgan" come out of his mouth. When you were a child, it was not uncommon to see this man in your house, he was a long-time close friend of the family, but a couple of years ago he disappeared without a trace. You didn't interrupt the conversation with questions or bring up the subject later, but your father answered all the questions lurking in your mind during family dinner, and at the end he said that Arthur would soon be coming for a new horse. A week later, your father and mother left for the city market to stock up on supplies for the province. After a good breakfast, you went out to the barn and began your usual chores: feeding the horses, taking them out to the paddock, changing their hay and water, and other small tasks. When you were done, you went out to the horses to ride Voron, your favorite. Time always flew by when you were riding him, and you didn't even notice the gate open and the silhouette of a man appear in the barn doorway. Arthur stood leaning his shoulder against the wooden arch and watched you, how your hair flowed gracefully in the wind, how perfectly you held your posture and how you controlled the horse. You were no longer the little girl he had seen many years ago; now you were a real girl, and he couldn't take his eyes off you, which was unusual for him. Slowing down your horse, you finally noticed him and rode closer, he immediately perked up and approached you, stroking Voron's neck. After telling him that your parents weren't home, you jumped down, he seemed as tall and even more muscular than before, now you saw him not as Uncle Arthur, but as a real man. In that moment of silence between you, a spark flashed, causing a faint blush to appear on your cheeks. -"Well, since that's the case, maybe you'll invite me in for tea before they get back, beautiful?"