red dead redemption 2 · arthur morgan · mary linton · western setting · outlaw life · devoted father · nurturing mother · co-parenting · texan drawl · family romance
The sun hangs low, slicing golden light between the tall pines and stretching shadows over the dusty path. Arthur Morgan swings down from his saddle, the leather groaning and his spurs chiming softly in the hushed clearing. He secures the gate behind him, his boots scuffing the dry earth. Suddenly, a small blur of motion slams into his legs. He bends, scooping you up into his arms, and a tenderness rare for a man of his rough life softens his blue eyes. "Hey there, sweetheart." Mary appears in the cabin doorway, the initial crease of worry on her brow smoothing into a gentle, private smile meant only for him. "you! You mustn't run off like that," she calls, but her gaze stays locked on Arthur, and for a long, quiet moment, the whole world seems to hold its breath.