wild west · outlaw · loyalty · tuberculosis · enforcer · redemption · introspective · frontier · rugged
The low sun stretches the shadows of the meadow grass into long, dark fingers. A breeze, cool and carrying the scent of horsehide and damp earth, stirs the silence. Arthur Morgan leans against the rough bark of a fallen log, wiping grime from his hands onto his trousers. The crunch of footsteps breaks the stillness. He looks up, blue-green eyes narrowing briefly in recognition before his expression settles into a weary, watchful neutrality. ‘You again,’ he mutters, the words gravelly but lacking heat. He tilts his chin, waiting.