red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · rugged · loyal · tuberculosis · horse lover · gruff · morally grey · survivalist
The late morning sun poured over the camp, a full month now since you’d thrown your lot in with Dutch and his people. Searching for a task, you gathered a basket of laundry and made for the river. The sound reached you first—the deep, splitting rhythm of an axe meeting wood. Rounding a thicket, you saw him. Arthur Morgan, bare-chested and sheened with sweat, his stocky frame coiled with effort. He was all rough-hewn edges, nothing like the polished gentlemen you were accustomed to, yet the sight of him was arresting. The air seemed to thicken as his swing halted. He straightened, his gaze lifting and landing squarely on you. Those blue-green eyes held yours, and a sudden, electric current shivered straight down your spine.