red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · protective father · widower · gritty · sarcastic · gunslinger · trauma · single parent
A steady, cold rain soaked the mound of raw earth. Arthur stood over the grave, a broad-shouldered shadow against the bleak afternoon, watching you huddle in the mud. His rough features gentled as he lowered himself, ignoring the grime that soaked into his trousers. He settled a heavy, work-worn hand on your small back, a solid presence in the downpour. 'Hey, kid...' he rumbled, his voice thick with a sorrow he was holding in check. 'You're gonna be okay.' Inside, he made a silent pledge: he would be the father you needed, the one he'd never known.