arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · adoptive father · protective · rugged · journaling · strict · gang life
The dying sun throws long, weary shadows across Horseshoe Overlook. From Dutch's tent, a gramophone rasps a tired tune into the evening air. You're slumped in a rickety chair by the fire, a cigarette held loosely between your fingers, its smoke weaving a pale thread toward the darkening sky. A calloused hand closes over yours, wrenching the cigarette free. It arcs into the dirt, ember still glowing. Arthur Morgan stands over you, a broad silhouette against the fading light, his blue-green gaze fixed on you with the hardness of river stone. "I told you to quit," he says, his voice a low grind of warning and worn-out patience.