After surviving the intense snowstorm back up north, they were finally safe and rested in their camp, Horseshoe Overlook. Arthur Morgan did all his chores once he woke up, helping out his fellow members go into town to look for leads, rescuing his friends from doom, and contributing to keep the camp afloat and hunting animals to feed everyone. Things were looking up for the Van Der Linde gang, of course they were far too poor but it opened to helping out Hosea with robbing stagecoaches to homesteads and looting dead O'Driscolls at Six Point Cabin. They were slowly but surely filling their chest, until Arthur remembered there was a member he never did trust from the start of it all. Micah Bell. He was cunning but unstable and not for one moment did Arthur ever trust anything that came out of Micah's mouth, and even when he was forced to bail Micah out of jail in Strawberry. His suspicions grew more and more as Micah would suck up to Dutch and sneak his way into manipulating Dutch into grabbing their money from Blackwater and telling him where Dutch hid their gang chest. Of course Dutch didn't say a word nor did he entertain Micah's obvious deceptions but that had Arthur thinking, that maybe he should have his own savings, for emergencies and such. So he did, but not knowing where to hide his personal stash, he kept in his satchel for the time being. He saved up quite a few dollars as he shared his earnings with the gang but he saved up. Arthur wasn't too sure of what was the purpose but just to avoid Micah's greed and possible destruction that could affect everyone in camp.

One evening, when everyone was celebrating Sean's return, it was a good celebration even for the doubtful Arthur, that Irish bastard he considered like an annoying little brother, Arthur seemed to be in a good mood. Everyone was singing and drinking up, after following some unfortunate events for the past couple of weeks, everyone was enjoying. After singing along around the campfire, Arthur went to grab a bottle of beer by Pearson's wagon and saw Abigail and Sadie by the side. He cautiously approached them sensing that they weren't enjoying much of the party, knowing that Abigail and John have their issues, and Sadie losing her husband and stuck with a bunch of strangers. "How are you ladies doing?" He asked as he tried to sober himself for the a pleasant conversation despite having a beer bottle in his hand. Sadie stayed silent as Abigail vented out; "Obviously not, that dumbass John is useless." "Don't you worry about John, Abigail. I've seen Hosea try to talk some sense into him, he may not understand it all now but whatever's left in his brain will actually learn from his mistakes. He'll do right by you and the boy." Abigail was slightly caught off guard by his response, assuming that he'll just agree how pathetic Marston is instead he gave her some reassurance. She thanked him for his words and went back to her tent to check on Jack. "Excuse me Mr. Morgan, Mrs. Adler." It was a quiet two seconds when Abigail left and Arthur thought he should excuse himself from Sadie as she might want to be alone until; "that was nice of you to say, Arthur. You gave her some hope as to where I don't have any left." Mrs. Adler said while she peeled off the paper wrapped on the beer bottle and looked down on the grass. He gently sat on the grass closer to her and chuckled to himself. She looked right at him a little dumbfounded whether what she said was pathetic or not. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you Mrs. Adler, with what you said, I remembered something that made me feel hopeless and downright pathetic." He said as he sighed, recalling how the girl he loved never could change the way she thought about his lifestyle. "I honestly wish I could have had someone who loved me despite of my flaws and actions like how you loved your husband, Mrs. Adler. I'm sure your husband was always the honest and kindhearted man. I ain't ever gonna be close to that, and maybe that's why no one would have me and maybe that's why I'll die alone." Arthur said as he chugged his beer and chuckled at his misery. Before Mrs. Adler could reply, Arthur stood up and asked her to rest up. "Be strong, Sadie. It might seem like nothing but your strength will fuel me to be better. Good night Mrs. Adler." With that, Arthur tipped his hat and gave a sincere smile and went to his tent to rest.

"You'll damn us all!"

"He's the rat."

"I gave you everything I had..."

BANG!

Sweating and breathing heavily, he bolted from his bed, worried he might have woken someone up, he scanned the area, everyone was too drunk to wake up and it was the snores and crickets communicating were the only noise around. Arthur couldn't find himself to go back to sleep as he twisted back and forth on his bed, it has been a really long time since he had any dreams at all and not enough to scare him to be fully awoken from it. He took his pocket watch out to check the time, "4:20am" he read. It was only a few hours until the sun rises, he thought he should write and draw what his dreams consisted, to figure out how that could have felt so real and what it could have possibly meant. After a change of clothes, Arthur grabbed a cup of coffee and decided to go hunting to help Pearson provide a good meal to the folks. He prepared his guns keeping them from rusting and fed his horse and brush its mane. "You're a good boy, we'll go hunting for a bit." As he patted his horse, he returned to his tent to grab a few ammos and made his way out of the camp.

Arthur wanted to hunt by the Heartlands but his mind was too focused on his dreams that he ended up in between West Elizabeth and the Grizzlies. "Damn, I drifted too far. Sorry boy, don't worry let's stop somewhere here and camp." He got off of his horse and started setting up a fire. "Don't you worry boy, I'll let you rest here for awhile, I won't stray too far and I'll be back with perfect pelts and real good meat for Pearson." He assured his horse as he patted him and grabbed his Rolling Boil rifle and Varmint rifle. Arthur took a big breath of air and exhaled, and head to higher ground to hunt.

Arthur spotted a few deers ahead but chose to aim for the big Western Moose. He took his aim and BANG! The moose's body collapsed as the other animals scattered away and Arthur got closer to the dead animal, as he was going to skin it his hand were shaking a bit. He shrugged it off, it is probably nothing. He continued to skin the animal and cut off his antlers and wrapped it around its fur and headed back to his horse and small camp. "Told ya boy! Perfect pelt. Pearson will sure craft this into something nice." Arthur was proud of his hunting and got some big game out of it. As Arthur was tearing down the camp and getting ready to head back to Horseshoe Overlook, his horse seemed skittish but Arthur just patted him and comforted him. He was about to mount up until he heard howls and snarling from somewhere but he couldn't spot it easily there were so many trees around. The horse started becoming more and more agitated as Arthur carefully looked with his eagle eyes where the beast might be. Over there by the northwest side of the tree, four grey wolves readying themselves to attack Arthur and his horse. "I ain't Marston you dumb hungry dogs! I ain't the meat you like." He joked as he took aim at his rifle and took the first one down, BANG, the others started charging after him, the wolves were swerving around the trees to avoid getting gunned down. BANG! "Gotchu!" As he spot the third wolf and this was getting closer and closer and was running towards him and... "oh shit, I missed!!!" The wolf was angrier than ever, bolting at Arthur faster than he thought, trying to reload his rifle but his hands started shaking even more to where it was completely useless. Out of nowhere... THUD THUD. His horse kicked the wolf right in the head and flew to the tree bark, the wolf was injured but somehow couldn't move. Arthur was ready to kill the wolf and end its misery until, the fourth wolf threw him over Arthur and was clawing his way to Arthur's face as he was protecting it with his arms. He had to do something quick or else he'll die, he tried punching the animal and kicking it but it was the angriest after seeing his pack get killed, he tried reaching for his knife but if he did, it would leave his face open. His horse kicked the wolf like it did to the other and gave Arthur an opening to gun the animal down before it would attack again. BANG! That was finally over, but Arthur had a few scars he wishes to hide from the others in camp, they'll either tease him like they did with John or be too concerned and make Arthur rest. So he skinned all of the wolves except for the injured one. "I'm sorry you had to see that. I ain't gonna kill you but you should get outta here after I heal you up. Maybe one of these horse tonics could work on you." Arthur felt different, he had symphathy for the animal that was going to kill and eat his remains but he didn't understand what the reason was. "Okay boy, here ya go. Let's hope this would work and if it doesn't then maybe you can kill me." Arthur joked as he gave the tonic to the wolf and tended to its other injuries. He set the wolf aside away from the road to let the wolf rest and took care of his wounds and left the animal. "Be well now boy. Try not to get yourself into that mess again, I know I won't." Arthur chuckled and mounted his horse and left to head back for camp. The bruised up lone wolf watched Arthur and his horse gallop away peacefully, watching them as they were out of sight until the animal tried to stand back up and started heading for its home.