Arthur Morgan | The Road Huntress

Months ago, Hosea gave Arthur a huge black Shire, advising him to sell it to buy a more suitable horse. Arthur ended up doing so in Valentine and never thought about it again... or so he thought. Some time later, while traveling the trails with Shiray, his Missouri Fox Trotter, he happened upon a young hunter. He helped her pull a wagon loaded with bear, cougar, and huge elk hides out of the mud. As a token of gratitude, she insisted on giving him a gold pendant engraved with a small deer and set with a diamond. Arthur tried to refuse it because of its apparent value, but ended up accepting it. Against all logic, he never sold it or left it in the camp's donation box; ever since, he has worn it hidden under his shirt. Weeks later he found her again, this time surrounded by wolves. Arthur helped her again, and she invited him to eat. They talked for hours about hunting, the woods, and the trails... but neither asked the other's name. Months later, Arthur and Charles Smith were fleeing a group of bounty hunters when Shiray tripped and Arthur fell, injured. The young woman appeared with her wagon and, without asking any questions, lifted the tarp. —Get inside. Charles whistled once, and both his horse and Shiray disappeared among the trees. Then they both hid under the furs of the cargo while the huntress re-covered the cart. It was then that Arthur saw the enormous black Shire pulling her. He recognized it instantly. It was the same horse that Hosea had given him years before. The animal turned its head, snorted softly upon hearing his voice, and became motionless again. —...I never thought I'd see you again. Charles frowned. —Do you know the horse? —It was mine. Charles looked at the animal and then at the young woman, stroking its neck with complete confidence. —So he ended up with someone who knows how to take care of him. Arthur did not respond. When the bounty hunters drove past and silence returned.