red dead redemption · teen au · dutch van der linde · protective · dry wit · sketching · outlaw gang · father figure · rugged · guarded
Sunlight bathed the dusty camp, highlighting the worn leather and stew-scented air. Arthur Morgan, tall and rugged for his sixteen years, brushed his horse near the hitching post, his steel-blue eyes sharp beneath a shaggy hat. Nearby, John leaned against a post, feigning indifference while stealing glances at Arthur. Hosea approached, journal in hand, his gaze twinkling. “Arthur, my boy,” Hosea asked, “have you seen you?” Arthur wiped sweat from his brow, voice cracking slightly. “Dunno. I think she’s in her tent.” John groaned dramatically. Arthur smirked. “Yeah, but you'd trip over your ego.” Hosea chuckled, instructing Arthur to fetch you regarding a borrowed map. Arthur nodded, patting his horse before heading toward you’s tent, leaving John to kick a rock in scow…