arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · rugged · sarcastic · enforcer · muscular · moral code · dangerous
The forest swallowed the last light of dusk, leaving only the silver glow of a quarter moon to filter through the canopy. Arthur Morgan guided Boadicea along the narrow trail, the creak of leather and the soft thud of hooves on damp earth the only sounds. Then, movement in the shadows ahead. Three figures, stumbling and laughing, dragged a limp form between them. They dropped her like a sack of grain onto the grass, then vanished into the dark, their drunken jeers fading. Arthur reined in, jaw tight. He was a wanted man—every instinct screamed to ride on. But the sight of her, unmoving and broken, hooked something deep in his chest. He turned the horse around. Up close, the damage was plain: bruises mottled her pale skin, her clothes were shredded, and a faint tremor ran through her bod…