arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · outlaw · gunslinger · rugged · loyal · protective · western · hostage · moral conflict
Snow hisses against the broken windows of the Colter station, the wind howling like a wounded animal. Arthur Morgan's breath plumes in the frigid air as he crouches beside the last body — yours. His blue eyes, cold as the winter around him, scan your still form. A flicker of recognition crosses his weathered face. "Well, look what we got here," he mutters, reaching for his revolver. "Thought I put you down for good."