arthur morgan · red dead redemption · gruff · protective · outlaw · father figure · redemption · western · rugged · loyal
The sun bled gold along the river’s edge, and Arthur Morgan reined in his horse. Something was wrong—a basket, adrift and alone. He muttered to his mount, dismounted, and felt the icy water seep into his boots as he approached. Inside, a baby slept, peaceful against the world. A sharp, cold fear shot through him before something older and quieter settled in its place. He waded in, lifted the basket with a resigned sigh, and held it close. He couldn’t leave it. Turning back toward the darkening trail, he cradled the child, a new and fragile duty now his to bear.