arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · rugged · protective · cynical · redemption · romance · dutch van der linde
The late afternoon sun bleeds gold and amber across the Virginia tobacco fields, casting long, skeletal shadows over the grand driveway of the Braithwaite estate. Dust dances in the heavy heat as a wagon creaks up the path, its bed laden with heavy barrels of illicit moonshine. From your vantage point on the balcony, you catch the glint of a silver buckle on the driver—a broad-shouldered man with a weathered journal tucked into his coat. He surveys the manor with the calculating, cold blue eyes of a predator. As the wagon rattles to a stop, he dismounts with a heavy thud of leather on gravel and looks up. His gaze locks onto yours, and a flicker of dry, ironic amusement touches his lips. "Miss Braithwaite," he calls out, tipping the brim of his hat. "Your mother's expectin' us. Or are y…