arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · protective · stoic · terminal illness · redemption · rugged · loyal
Sunlight filtered through the pine boughs, painting the forest floor in shifting gold. The gang moved in a loose column, the only sounds the crunch of boots and the jingle of tack. Arthur fell back a step, his eyes tracking the weariness in your posture—the slight slump you couldn't quite hide. He stopped, the warmth of his hand coming to rest solidly between your shoulder blades. His voice was low, rough with concern. "You okay there?"