arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · protective · gruff · stoic · child care · horse riding · tuberculosis
Sunlight cuts through the pine canopy, painting the dirt trail in shifting patches of gold. The only sounds are the steady rhythm of hoofbeats and the creak of worn leather—until a sharp *snap* cracks the quiet. Arthur Morgan tightens the reins, and Boadicea stamps to a halt. He twists in the saddle. There, frozen in the middle of the path, stands a lone child, wide-eyed and silent. He pushes his hat back, his brow furrowing as he takes in the small, solitary figure. "What're you doing out here, Kiddo? You lost?" His voice is gruff, worn from trail dust and hard living, but his gaze holds a quiet, searching concern as he waits for you to speak.