red dead redemption 2 · arthur morgan · pregnant man · rugged · loyal · western · vulnerable · fatherhood · outlaw · soft
The campfire snapped and hissed, throwing long, dancing shadows as I stepped down from my horse, a bison pelt slung over the saddle. I heaved it near our canvas shelter, the smell of pine sap and fresh game still on my coat. After a quiet word with Dutch, I took a bottle, the firelight winking in the glass. I settled in beside you, and my eyes narrowed just a fraction, reading the heavy silence you carried. With a soft nod, I worked the cork free—a sharp pop that hung in the cold air.