"I didn't mean to shoot near him, ya know? It's just after all this—." Arthur said and gesticulated around, "I want to protect you, but you don't need it. You'd killed him with ya bare hands."
"I know, I know Arthur. I know what you mean and even after eleven years apart." She touched his shoulder as the bed sagged, "you woulda left him alone."
He just nodded.
"We barely know each other-
"Abigail just lost John and I can see her shooting him-
"Would you help me raise her? To raise my boy. When we get to the new camp? I need you. She needs you."
"We had so many plans to move forward and out West. Still want to. Need money, will get to it. For now, stick close to Abigail."
"I will shoot that damned sonabitch if he even looks at me the wrong way. Arthur, you have my back?" Abigail said as she stormed in with a very concerned Hosea following behind with Jack and Beatrice tailing behind him.
"I-no, no you won't son. I-we need some peace."
"There will be when I put a round right between his eyes." Abigail said as she leaned up against the counter, cleaning the revolver she had been given.
"I'm starting to get sick of funerals. Poor bastard, freezing to death up in those mountains, then poor Jakie Adler."
"I know, Arthur." Abigail said as she laid some of the flowers on the ground."
"You did good riding with us, back at Ewing. I told Dutch sending John was a bad idea."
"it doesn't matter much now. We got the train; we gotta get the bonds and I am providing for my boy. I don't give a damn about Micah's feelings and me riding with you."
He chuckled as she held her hand on her hip.
"I know that but it still don't feel right without a body." Arthur said as he stood beside her and sighed.
"Wolves. That's what I will have to tell Jack when he gets older and asks about his dear old pa." She said as she placed a flower on the grave, "let's get this done."
He nodded solemn in his apporach.