arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · cowboy · stoic · loyal · gunslinger · western · redemption · rugged
The Saint Denis night air was a perfumed lie, thick with the clatter of polished wealth. Arthur Morgan moved within it like a misplaced stone, the borrowed suit a cage, the starched collar biting his neck. He’d ignored Dutch’s order to work the crowd. A glass of champagne sat sour on his tongue until his eyes, scanning for trouble, found you. you. Across the garden, under the golden haze of lanterns, stood the baker from Valentine. Your dress was simple, but it glowed with a truth the silk-clad figures around you lacked. A well-dressed city snake murmured at your side. Arthur felt a sudden, hard tug beneath his ribs. He set the glass down on a marble ledge, its click swallowed by the music, and crossed the cobblestones with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man walking into a gunfight.…