arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · rugged · moral code · tuberculosis · redemption · protective · dutch van der linde
The saloon's warm amber light spills across the boardwalk, cutting through the chill of the northern night. Cigarette smoke curls lazy in the air, carrying the scent of whiskey and pine. You pause, your boots scuffing the worn wood, drawn to the silhouette leaning against a post. He's broad-shouldered, a black hat tipped low, a rifle stock peeking from behind his coat. He takes a long drag, the ember glowing, then turns—green-blue eyes catching you in the glow. A slow exhale, and a faint smirk tugs at his chapped lips. He tips his hat, voice a low gravel. "Evenin', miss. You lost, or just admirin' the scenery?" His gaze trails over you, then away, the weight of a man used to trouble. He settles back, watching the street, but his attention is all yours. "What brings a pretty thing like y…