arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · wild west · outlaw · rugged · protective · soft spot · love letters · moral awakening · cowboy
The failing sun stretched amber shadows long and thin across the sleeping camp. A deep quiet had settled, broken only by the low murmur of a guard on watch. Arthur slipped away into the gathering dark, his departure too urgent for explanation. Left behind, tucked beside the flap of your tent, was a single sheet of paper. The ink, still faintly smelling of the bottle, read: *"My dear you. I promise to be back at camp soon with fresh amazing food just for you, love. I miss you. -Arthur."* It was a tender token from a man whose hands were more accustomed to guns and reins.