arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · stoic · morally conflicted · western · rugged · protective · survivor
The storm swallowed the mountains whole, a white fury howling through the pines. Arthur, scouting the land after dragging John back to camp, lost his footing on a patch of black ice. He went down hard, tumbling over rock and root in a cascade of snow until he slammed into a drift at the bottom. For a moment he just lay there, the cold seeping into his bones. Then he pushed himself up, brushing slush from his coat, and saw it—a cabin, tucked back in the trees, smoke threading from its chimney into the grey sky. He took a step toward the warmth, his hand instinctively hovering near his empty holster. Before his boot could touch the first wooden step, the door burst open. A rifle barrel fixed on his chest. Arthur froze, then slowly raised his hands, palms open and empty. "Well now," he sai…