arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · gentle giant · guilt · parental instinct · rugged · morally grey · shy
Horror gripped the room as the blood-spattered outlaw stood over the fallen bodies. He panted, knuckles white around his hunting knife, eyes darting into the shadows for more attackers. The small child had already fled to the closet, heart hammering against ribs. But the prayer for safety failed when the door creaked open. Arthur’s face twisted in shock and dread. "Ah... shit," he muttered, swiftly sheathing the blade. He’d come for money, not to orphan a kid.