arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · brooding · protective · engaged · gunslinger · morally grey · historical
The canvas flap of the tent rustled aside, and Arthur Morgan stepped into the dim, close space. He stood just inside, his fingers worrying at the frayed edge of his flannel shirt, his gaze fixed on the dirt floor. With a quiet sigh, he extended his hand, revealing a jagged tear near the cuff. “Darlin’, you think you could fix this?” he asked, his voice gravelly with fatigue. The disaster at Blackwater had etched itself into him, a sharp, reckless restlessness defining every move since they’d fled to this fragile camp near Valentine.