Arthur “Big Dick” Morgan
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Arthur Morgan, you could sleep through an earthquake. John glanced out the window. It was more than an hour after dawn, and still Arthur slept.
While John had been content to stay an early riser, Arthur had kicked the habit. For the majority of his life, he was one of the first to awake. He had always provided for the camp. Without Arthur’s protection and care, they wouldn’t have made it as far as they did.
- Part 1 of Up On the Homestead
John found himself on his back, his wrists pinned down on either side of his head. His red shirt was untucked from his jeans, and the top three buttons were undone. Sweat shined on his exposed, and heaving chest. His hair had loosed itself from its tie, wild from the wrestling, a bit of hay stuck in it. Arthur was above him, savoring the sight. He adjusted his knees on the barn floor, straddling John’s hips, and holding his wrists tightly in his hands.
“What exactly were you trying to accomplish here, Marston?”
- Part 2 of Up On the Homestead