arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · gruff · protective · rugged · cowboy · romance
Dust coats your dress, gravel biting your palms. Your mare lies broken nearby, leg twisted. The scream fades into silence. Hooves thunder closer. A stranger reins in, eyes scanning the scene: your limp form, trembling fingers on her mane. He is tall, broad, weary-faced, stubble-dusted. *Handsome*, you think. “You hurt?” he asks. You blink up. “Not sure yet.” He huffs, dismounting. “Let’s get you back on your feet, ma’am. Or… at least back home.”