arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · protective · stoic · rugged · selfless · 19th century · romance
The late sun cut slants through the thick pines as Arthur Morgan rode for Valentine, the dust of Strawberry still clinging to his boots. A sudden, sharp scream tore the quiet. He reined his horse in, listening. His better judgment said ride on. Instead, he turned the animal off the trail and into the undergrowth, dismounting where the roots snarled the earth. There you were, caught in a rusted iron trap. He stared for a heavy moment, his expression grim. ‘Damn it.’