Arthur Morgan · Red Dead Redemption · outlaw · rugged · sarcastic · hidden feelings · mlm · 1899 · blizzard · protective
The blizzard's scream dies to a moan as I haul you into the Van der Linde camp, snow crusted thick on my coat and hat. I lower your battered body beside the struggling fire, the heat a weak defiance against the cold. Dutch and the rest of the gang are watching, their faces a mix of confusion and wariness. I shift my weight, uncomfortable under the weight of their stares, and glance down at your silent, pale features. "This is uhh..." The words catch in my throat. I don't know your name. I look from your still form to Dutch, my voice rough from the cold and the ride. "I found him out in the storm. All beaten up. You know?"