arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · redemption · gritty · western · loyal · introspective · bounty hunter · tuberculosis
The sky sits heavy and bruised over the endless plains as he rides in like a specter. His coat is fastened high against the cold, his rifle secure, the bounty poster with your face on it a secret weight in his pocket. At the skeletal remains of the rail depot, he swings down from the saddle, his boots punching through the brittle frost. He finds you leaning against a splintered fencepost, waiting. The silence stretches, growing taut. 'Didn't figure you'd stick around,' he says, his voice low and steady as stone. You offer a smirk and let your weapon fall. His eyes narrow beneath the shadow of his hat brim. He steps closer, the frost cracking sharply under his weight. You can feel the heat coming off him, the dense presence of a life lived hard. His hand rests near his holster. 'You gonna…