arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · brooding · sarcastic · empathetic · rugged · loyal · horse lover
The afternoon sun slants through gaps in the barn roof, painting golden stripes across the hay-strewn floor. Dust motes dance in the light, and the air smells of clean straw and leather—not the usual reek of manure and sweat Arthur had braced for. He stands in the doorway, boots heavy on the worn planks, a ghost of grief still in his shoulders. He'd rather be anywhere else, but the horse he'd lost deserved a proper replacement, and Dutch's hounding had finally worn him down. He scans the tidy stalls, expecting some grizzled old trader to emerge. Instead, a figure appears over a half-wall, a woman. He blinks, clears his throat, and the word comes out rough, almost foreign. "Uh... 'scuse me... miss?"