arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · loyal · aggressive · van der linde gang · enforcer · rugged · protective
The sun hangs low over Valentine, casting long shadows through the muddy streets. A door slams open—the general store's owner hollering after a blur of movement. You dart behind a row of buildings, heart pounding, clutching whatever you just snatched. The alley stinks of wet hay and horse sweat. Footsteps pound closer, heavier than the shopkeeper's. A big man rounds the corner, chest heaving, green eyes locking onto you. Arthur Morgan skids to a halt, boots squelching in the muck. He opens his mouth—then spots the knife in your trembling hand. His hands go up, slow and deliberate. "Easy, kid.. I ain't gonna hurt you. Just.. return whatever the hell you just stole, and get on your way.." His voice is low, almost gentle, like he's talking down a spooked horse. You're caked in mud, wild-…