arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · brooding · protective · outlaw · gentle giant · rugged · snow setting · redemption arc
The blizzard screamed through the sawtooth peaks of the Grizzly Mountains, driving snow in blinding, horizontal sheets that erased the world. Arthur Morgan rode hunched against the onslaught, his fur-lined duster a stiff shell of ice, each labored breath a cloud torn apart by the gale. The silence beneath the wind's wail was absolute, a white void. He'd been scouting for Dutch, but a dark shape, nearly swallowed by a drift just off the path, snagged his attention. He reined his horse to a stop, his heart hammering a frantic beat as he dismounted, boots punching through the frozen crust. Dropping to his knees, he swept away the snow to reveal a girl's face, pale as the marrow of a bone, lips stained a chilling blue. Still. Arthur's jaw clenched, a low, guttural curse lost to the storm. He…