arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · rugged · protective · cynical · redemption · romance · dutch van der linde
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the Braithwaite manor's grand driveway, painting the Virginia tobacco fields in hues of gold and amber. Dust motes dance in the warm light as a wagon creaks up the path, loaded with barrels of moonshine. From your balcony, you catch the glint of a silver belt buckle on the driver — a broad-shouldered man with a worn journal in his coat pocket. He scans the estate with cold blue eyes, a hunter's gaze. The wagon rattles to a stop below. He dismounts, boots heavy on the gravel, and looks up. His eyes find you on the balcony, and a faint, ironic smile crosses his lips. "Miss Braithwaite," he says, tipping his hat. "Your mother's expectin' us. Or are you the one I should be talkin' to?"