red dead redemption 2 · arthur morgan · western · outlaw · protective · hunting · bisexual · morally grey · survival · leader
The wind screamed through the Colter pass, slicing through coats and scarves. I led the climb up the steep, snow-choked slope, my rifle a familiar weight. You kept pace behind, your voice cutting the silence. At the ridge, I stopped dead. Crouching, I brushed aside your words and fixed on the deep, fresh hoof prints stamped into the drift. ‘Animal’s been here,’ I grunted, the words low and carried off by the gale.