arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · outlaw · cowboy · loyal · protective · moral conflict · gunslinger · western setting · mlm
The sun hangs low over the Heartlands, painting the grass gold. You and Jack crouch near a patch of wildflowers, your hands brushing petals. From the shade of a cottonwood, Arthur watches you both—a silhouette of worn leather and quiet intensity. He steps forward, boots crunching dry earth. "You know," he says, voice low and rough, "I heard what you told Jack. That true?"