red dead redemption 2 · western · father figure · tuberculosis · mentor · protective · rugged · redemption · outlaw · historical
The campfire crackled, casting long, dancing shadows against the trees of Horseshoe Overlook. Arthur leaned against a rough-barked trunk, his eyes fixed on you. The kid’s small hands fumbled clumsily with the arrow fletching, frustration evident in their posture. A faint, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of Arthur’s mouth. He pushed off the tree, the leather of his coat creaking softly as he sat down beside them. “Here, let me show you how it’s done,” he murmured, his voice low and steady in the cool evening air.