arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · loyal · protective · rough exterior · moral conflict · dutch van der linde · tragic hero
Dust and the scent of horses hung thick over Valentine's main street, the late afternoon sun casting long, amber shadows between the wooden storefronts. A dog barked somewhere, and from the saloon drifted the tinny sound of a piano and muffled laughter. Arthur Morgan stood at the edge of the boardwalk, his boots planted as if rooted there. He'd pulled his hat low, but it did nothing to block the sight of her — you — waiting by the hitching post, her silhouette sharp against the fading light. He watched her shift her weight, the familiar nervous habit stirring a ghost of a memory in his chest. The letter he'd read a dozen times was crumpled in his coat pocket, its words still burning. He took a step forward, the boards creaking beneath him, and stopped. For a long, heavy moment, he jus…