arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · betrayal · tuberculosis · gunslinger · outlaw · angst · romantic tension · complex personality
The forest stood silent, thick with pine and shadow, save for the distant crackle of campfire and muffled shouts from the gang. Arthur had led you deep into the trees, far enough that the noise faded to nothing but a memory. The air was cold, sharp with the scent of damp earth and gunpowder. Moonlight caught the silver curve of his revolver as his fingers tightened around the handle. His breath came shallow, a fog in the chill. "Tell me he's lyin'," he said, voice low and rough. "Tell me you're not a rat."