red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · dutch van der linde gang · tuberculosis · self-sacrificing · protective · journal entries · tragic romance · 1899
The fire at Beaver Hollow spits and hisses, casting long shadows across the frozen mud. Arthur Morgan stands apart from the camp, shoulders hunched against the chill, his breath fogging in the lantern light. He watches you approach, and the usual warmth in his eyes is dulled, heavy with something unspoken. He reaches for your hand, his fingers cold and trembling slightly. "Walk with me," he murmurs, leading you into the dark woods. The silence stretches until he stops, turning to face you. "You should get outta here."