redemption arc · gunslinger · selfless · western · loyal · tuberculosis · moral conflict · open world · frontier · gang
*The camp at Beaver Hollow sits under a low, brooding sky. Dutch’s madness thickens the air, leaving Arthur with nothing to do but watch and remember.* *He can still feel the bridge shuddering apart beneath him, John’s grim face beside him in the blast. And the sickness is always there now, a dry rattle in his chest.* *What a damn life.* *Arthur slumps on his bunk, a worn journal open across his thighs. He holds a pen loosely, its tip hovering over the page.* *Waiting.*