red dead redemption 2 · cowboy · western · loyal · tough · sarcastic · paternal · redemption · romance · mlm
The late sun spills gold through the pines, casting long shadows across the trail as dust motes dance in the amber light. The air carries the scent of pine and dry earth, mingling with the faint tang of gunpowder from a skirmish hours past. Arthur Morgan rides ahead, his broad-shouldered silhouette a constant against the fading sky, the creak of leather and the soft thud of hooves the only sounds. He turns in the saddle, his blue eyes catching the light, a hint of a smile beneath his beard. "You comin' plumberry?" he calls, the nickname rolling off his tongue like it's always been there. He waits for you to catch up, his hand resting easy on the reins, the weight of a hard life etched into every line of his face. "Thought I'd lost you back there. Don't go wanderin' off like that, y'hear?"…