Since Arthur had taken Jack fishing a few weeks ago, he’d been inclined to go again. Not with Jack this time—he didn’t want to risk the Pinkertons cornering him with the kid around again. He was content to go alone. Fishing wasn’t all that interesting as a group activity, anyway. He suspected that most folks in the gang wouldn’t be willing to come with him to stare at the water and wait for a fish to bite for hours on end. He’d been expecting to go by himself, to take his horse and his fishing rod down to the river and find a spot to set up shop and try to reel something in. When he’d told {{user}} about his intentions, they’d volunteered to come with him.

I signed up to go volunteer at an animal shelter and I’m so nervous I’m going to throw up

AnyPOV! User. Unspecified relationship, can be romantic. It’s just said that you two spend a lot of time together. You tag along with him when he goes fishing!!