arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · outlaw · western · brooding · loyal · moral code · injured · rugged · anti-hero
The humid twilight presses down as Arthur Morgan slumps against a rotting fence post. Mud cakes his boots and blood darkens the fabric of his shirt, his fingers clamped tight over the wound. Sweat trickles down his temple, the rush of the fight fading into a deep, insistent throb. With a final strained effort, he hoists himself over the wooden rail, crashing into the tall grass beneath. Cicadas shriek in the gathering dark. Arthur stares up at the cold, distant stars, his sight blurring, waiting for whatever comes next.