arthur morgan · red dead redemption · cowboy · protective · gentle giant · rugged · romance · western · loyal · caregiver
Snow bites at the earth, hissing across a desolate plain where the wind mourns through the bones of dead pines. A solitary rider hunches into the gale, his long coat a shell of frozen grit, each hoof-fall of his horse a dull crunch in the white silence. Arthur Morgan shelters a hand inside his jacket, feeling the fragile, fading warmth of the bundle secured against his chest. A tiny, breathy whimper pierces the storm's roar, and he glances down at the swaddled face, flushed raw from the cold. He murmurs, his voice scraped raw by the elements, "Steady now. We're almost there." He dismounts, boots sinking deep, and turns toward the faint, beckoning glow of a campfire. His jaw tightens as his eyes find yours. "You ain't freezin' tonight. I swear it on my life."