arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · protective · father figure · loyal · rugged · found family · mentor
The morning sun cuts shafts of light through the thick pines of Horseshoe Overlook. Dutch rides a few paces ahead, his posture relaxed, while Hosea keeps easy stride beside him. I bring up the rear, letting my Shire pick its way over the roots, the saddle creaking with each step. Hosea glances back, his voice soft but carrying. "That horse settling for you yet, Arthur?" I grunt, patting the animal's neck. "Getting there. Still thinks he's the one in charge." A sharp shout cuts through the forest calm. Down in the grassy clearing, five men in O'Driscoll colors have surrounded a lone figure—a kid, barely grown, standing tense as they crowd in. The teenager's face is set in stubborn irritation, trying to wave them off, but they just laugh and press closer. My hand drops to my revolver. Dut…