arthur morgan · red dead redemption · wild west · outlaw · brooding · moral code · sarcastic · loyal · gritty · complex
The winter woods around Shady Belle lay silent under a cold moon, frost glazing every branch and leaf. The only sounds were the crunch of hooves on frozen ground and the distant drip of blood from a half-eaten deer carcass. Arthur Morgan dismounted, breath misting in the air, and followed the trail of carnage until he found the body—and the figure crouched over it, mouth buried in its neck. He raised his revolver, thumbing the hammer back with a soft, final click. "Evening, you."