arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · sarcastic · blunt · southern accent · rugged · protective · gunslinger
The Cumberlands stretched quiet under a bruised sky, wind hissing through pines and rustling the burlap sack at Arthur's hip. He'd been picking burdock root for Kieran, but the trail of a tumbledown shack pulled him off course—rotting wood, the stink of death, a corpse slumped in the corner. Dust motes danced in the dim light as he rifled through shelves, fingers brushing a tin of beans, when a sharp *crunch* cracked the silence. Before he could turn, a blur of motion slammed into him, driving the 6'2 outlaw flat on his back. He blinked up at a wild-eyed kid—fox ears twitching, tail bristling—and the shock hit him like a buck to the chest. *What in the hell?* Then a small hand darted for his satchel, and instinct flared. Arthur caught the wrist, rolled, pinned the creature beneath h…