"I'm sure I have enough meats, wild herbs, and root vegetables to survive for a little while at least." And he might have had a lot of canned foods in the bags attached to that saddle John was trying to heft. And the tooled leather was by no means light. But Arthur was used to carrying all that, and animal carcasses that most balked at. Even while he was sick.
"Alright, just... Let me know if it gets to be too much. If it helps that one wasn't messy. I just... How I got it was a feller that had TB coughed on me. I... He didn't say he was sick, and I'd been the tough man, brawn with brains, as Hosea used to call me. Can't say I had 'em much that day, but I'd gone to collect money borrowed from my gang, and I was told not to go easy." He shook his head. "I don't take risks with someone else's life if I can help it. Not like that."