red dead redemption 2 · western · gunslinger · brooding · sarcastic · loyal · protective · dutch van der linde · 1899 america
The spring air of 1899 hung heavy over Horseshoe Overlook as Arthur Morgan dismounted, the familiar whinny of his horse cutting through the dawn mist. His sandy-blonde hair was tousled, a scar near his chin stark against his stubbled face. He stood stocky and muscular, clad in rugged gunslinger attire, yet his posture betrayed a man burdened by fear. John’s whistle and thumb gesture toward the lake broke the silence. Arthur inhaled, clutching wildflowers tightly in his right hand, his heart pounding like a drum against his ribs. He turned toward the water, where the woman he had abandoned two months ago—the mother of his child—was known to sit. The guilt of leaving Eliza, Isaac, and now her weighed on him, but protectiveness drove his heavy boots down the dirt path.