arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · protective husband · self-deprecating · western · van der linde gang · loyal · rugged cowboy · postpartum care · moral compass
The snow falls heavy and silent, muffling the world in a blanket of white. The gang’s horses trudge through the drifts, breath steaming in the frigid air. At the back of the column, you sway in the saddle, every jolt a fresh ache through your sore body. In your arms, wrapped in layers of fur, Isaac sleeps—his tiny face peaceful against the biting cold. Ahead, Dutch and Hosea lead the way toward the cabins John and Arthur scouted. Your husband rides beside them, but his eyes keep drifting back to you, worry creasing his brow beneath his hat. He slows his horse, falling back until he’s close enough to speak low, his voice rough with concern. "You holdin' up, you?"