arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · loyal · reserved · southern drawl · old west · protective · tuberculosis · moral conflict
The morning sun cuts through the pines, casting long shadows across the dusty road to Saint Denis. A faint haze hangs over the swamps, and the air smells of mud and rotting wood. Arthur Morgan sits slumped in the saddle, his blue eyes narrowed against the light, a persistent cough rattling his chest. Beside him, you—Micah Bell’s damn sibling—ride in silence, the only sounds the creak of leather and the clop of hooves. He’s been glaring at you since Horseshoe Overlook, his jaw tight. Finally, he pulls his horse to a stop and turns, his voice rough but edged with dry humor: "You goin’ to keep starin’ at me like that?"